She laughs, shaking her head. “Okay, enlighten me: what’s the big deal?”
“Because after we were done… He went into the ensuite, and I saw his back.” I bite my lip, regarding her over the screen. “He had a tattoo of the Havoc Guardians logo. He’s a member of the MC. I ran out of there before he came out of the washroom.”
She leans back in her chair, studying me over the screen. There’s no judgment in her gaze, though, just as she promised. “Was it a good experience?”
“If by good experience you mean ‘best orgasms of my life’, then yes,” I mutter, then clamp my hand over my mouth in horror.
She smiles. “And what about at the club in general?”
“Yes,” I admit. “I felt safe to explore things there.”
“Here’s what you’re going to do: you’re going to get that sinful, gorgeous dress on and get your ass over to that club.”
“Yeah, how about no? Or did you miss the part that he’s a member of the Havoc Guardians?”
“So what?” She narrows her eyes. “You’re just making excuses.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “And what do you mean, ‘so what’? I can’t get tangled up with a member of the Havoc Guardians.”
“Fuck Guerilla. He has no claim over you. You’re just avoiding anything to do with the MC so you can keep putting off confronting your ghosts.”
“It’s complicated, Urs.”
“Stop making excuses,” she orders again. “Because, girl, we all know good dick doesn’t come along all the time.”
My cheeks turn scarlet. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with her. “I didn’t say the masked guy was good.”
She snorts. “Even if I hadn’t heard you mutter ‘best orgasms of my life’, you wouldn’t have had to say anything because it’s written all over your face.”
“Oh, God.” My cheeks flame again.
“When I come to visit, the guys and I are going to go check that club out.”
“No,” I choke, making her laugh.
Seeing she’s only teasing me, I relax, and she turns serious again. “Look, your experience there sounds like it’s bringing you out of your shell. If it’s what you want, then do it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“So don’t sleep with that guy again. You’d have any number of men lining up at your feet, Leeva. You’re a legit stunner.”
But the thought of any other man touching me does bad things to my insides. Like it makes them recoil in horror at the thought of being with someone other than my masked wolf.
“Ah, I see.” She drums her nails against her chin. “It’s him you want.” I keep silent. “You said you wore masks… Is that a common thing for this club?”
“They have a Masked Night every month, but Hedon’s manager told me that several of their members wear masks all the time.”
“Perfect. Go to the club tonight wearing your mask and fuck him again.”
I wince at her vulgar words. But there’s a simplicity in what she’s saying.
She tosses her hands in the air with a blooming smile. She may be an ice queen—the cold, ruthless business tycoon to the world—but to her family, she’s always warm and open. Unless you piss her off; you most definitely do not want to piss Ursula Wentzell off.
“Problem solved, Leeva. So, get that gorgeous, sinful dress on, grab your mask, and go get—”
