“Is that really what you want to ask me?”
Vulnerability flashes in her eyes. I know how she feels because I felt the exact same way when I saw that man touch her hair.
“It’s exactly what you think it is. A place where men and women can enjoy each other. A fantasy place where a woman’s body is a thing to be worshipped.”
“And you worship here frequently?” Her tone is inquisitive yet crisp, but as soon as she sucks her lip in between her perfect little teeth, I understand what is worrying her.
I laugh, happy to hear the jealousy in her voice. “I do not.” I watch her intently. “I’m not a virgin, though, if that is your next question.”
“I don’t know what to do.” She turns in a circle, her arms spread. “There’s more to this place than just silk and cloaks and masks.”
I tap my finger against my mouth, wondering how much to reveal. “There is. But first you must make your choice.”
Addy faces me, closing the distance between us. Her hips undulate slowly as she walks, stopping directly in front of my legs. “I choose you.” Her eyes are dark with desire. “I choose here.”
Her words snap the last of my restraint and I strike, grasping her wrist and pulling her down to my lap. I inhale her sweet, citrus scent, relishing in the soft weight of her across my thighs.
