I shrugged, seeing no reason not to tell him the truth.“Up until two months ago, I’d been seeing someone for about two years, so there’d been no need to come here.Before that, maybe twice or so after graduating from college.”
His brows jumped at that.“You went to college?”
“Yes, Mr.Crawford,” I drawled out condescendingly.“Despite the blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits, I’m not stupid.I graduated college with a degree in marketing, and I even own a home, pay my bills on time, and can drive myself around.”
Quaid shot me a quick look.“Point taken.”
I reached for my drink, the poor thing probably too watered down to make a difference, but I wasn’t about to waste eight dollars.Plus, if Quaid Crawford wasn’t going to volunteer to help me with my night, then I needed to get going.I wanted to take in a show before reserving a participation room, and I’d like for all the paperwork to be out of the way before going about my business.
So, after polishing off my drink, I flagged the bartender down, and she was standing before me almost immediately, and that was another thing that made The Fantasy Factory so different from the other clubs in the city.No matter how packed the place was, there were always enough bartenders to keep you from having to wait a century for your drink.
“How may I help you?”
“Can you tell me if there’s a show for Room Four soon, and I’d also like to reserve a participation room,” I answered, ignoring how Quaid immediately stood to his full height, which had to be around six-three or so; seriously.
“There’s a show scheduled to begin in about ten minutes, so let me hurry up and get you that paperwork,” she replied happily, and that was another thing that I was grateful for.No one here ever judged you on your proclivities, and if they did, they did a hell of a job keeping it to themselves.
“You’re really going through with this?”Quaid asked as soon as the bartender left to get me the consent forms.
I turned to look at him, not intimidated in the least.“What made you think that I wasn’t?”
“Sex isn’t a healthy way to cope with the deeper issue here,” he said, and for someone who didn’t appreciate complications in his life, he sure was turning this into something that it didn’t need to be.
“No, it’s not,” I easily agreed.“However, since it’s been over two months since I’ve gotten laid, this kills two birds with one stone.Simplicity, Mr.Crawford.”
Before he could say anything to that, the bartender was back, and she had all the paperwork that was required by the owner to reserve a participation room.Of course, the lawyer in Quaid was probably balking at how I hadn’t read any of it before signing and dating the thing, but he’d get over it.Besides, having been here before, I didn’t need to read the terms and conditions again.
“Thank you,” I said as I pushed the paperwork back the bartender’s way.
“Not a problem,” she replied with a grin on her face.“However, since there’s only one room available for this showing, you might want to hurry up and get up there.”
“Of course.”
As the bartender turned from me, I jumped off my barstool, but because I hadn’t warned Quaid in time for him to move back and give me some space, my breasts ran down his chest until they rested against his stomach, and the low hiss hadn’t gone unnoticed in my ears.
Stepping back, I looked up at him as I said, “Well, it’s been fun, Mr.Crawford.However, I have a show to get to, and if I’m lucky, there’ll be a big-dicked caveman who likes to be called Daddy waiting for me at the end of it all.”
I shot him a wink before making my way to the stairs, and while the place had an elevator underneath the triple staircase, I wanted to be seen walking up each step, the dress that I had on barely long enough to cover my ass.Again, I was here to make myself feel better, and I wasn’t going to apologize for it.Yeah, this probably wasn’t the ideal way to feel validated, but I didn’t care.I’d climb that mountain at a later date, when I was finally ready to.
I was also hoping that Quaid watching me walk up the stairs would snap him into action.While I was very aware that he didn’t care for me much, I didn’t need him to.In fact, hate-sex was as therapeutic as it got.Yeah, candlelight and romance were very important when you were trying to connect with someone, but I wasn’t here to fall in love.
I was here to be worshipped.
Once I got to the second-floor landing, I headed right towards the hallway that separated the rooms, and I quickly grabbed the only free observation room that was left.Now, because I didn’t mind watching or being watched, I left the door unlocked, inviting anyone to join.Yeah, anywhere else, that might seem dangerous, but The Fantasy Factory’s reputation for safe engagement was damn near legendary, so I wasn’t too worried about it.
However, before I could even get comfortably situated on the couch, the door was opening again, and Quaid Crawford was stepping over the threshold, locking the door behind him almost immediately.
Checkmate.
