“Oh, really?”
“Really,” I insisted.
Thandie leaned in closer to me, and her subtle scent of perfume almost fried my brain.“Even if I told you that I was here to explore Room Two?”
Room Two was the BDSM room.
“What?”I nearly choked out.
This time, she was the one smirking at me.“Oh, Dr.McKenna...are the tips of your ears turning pink?”
“That’s not funny, Thandie,” I said as I straightened to my full height, needing some space.
“It wasn’t meant to be,” she replied coolly, making me regret that I’d ever left the other room.
Chapter 4
Thandie~
Coming here had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, though I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t been thinking about Ellie’s suggestion all week long.As the days had begun running into one another, case after case, I’d felt the exhaustion after work today, and that tired feeling was what had led me to come out tonight, despite my claims of baby steps.
At any rate, when I had arrived at The Fantasy Factory, I had immediately gone to the bar for some liquid courage.While it was true that I was rather confident and capable, I wasn’t quite at the point of asking a stranger to tie me to the bed before screwing my brains out.Though this place really did have a stellar reputation for ensuring the safety of its patrons, I hadn’t ever gone to bed with a stranger.Sure, I’d had one-night stands before, but that’d been after spending the evening talking or dancing some.A personal vibe had always been established first; never just going straight at it.
Nonetheless, no matter what I’d been expecting when I’d gotten here, I hadn’t expected to see Beck McKenna walking out of The Bachelor Pad room, looking like my tongue would like to lick him from head to toe.Still, I hadn’t been about to act as if I hadn’t seen him or knew him.For better or worse, he was Kelly’s brother, which made him family in my eyes, and what did you do with family?You teased the hell out of them.
Eyeing me like he was seeing me for the first time, Beck said, “There’s no way that you’re here for that.”
Piquing my curiosity, I asked, “Why not?”
“Because that’s the BDSM room,” he replied none too happily.
“So?”
Beck shot me a look, letting me know that he didn’t appreciate my facetiousness.“You forget, Thandie.I’ve known you for a million years already, and I know enough about you to know that you are not here to let some strange guy tie you up, whip you, or whatever the fuck goes on up there.”
Whether intentional or not, I hated being judged.I hated it when people made assumptions about me based on my profession, gender, race, or anything else.Being Beck’s younger sister’s best friend didn’t mean that he knew the most intimate details about me, and it was time to remind him of that.
