Chapter 5
Quaid~
There was a reason why empires toppled at the hands of lust, and it was shit to realize that I wasn’t as strong and as in control as I’d wanted to believe.
The proof being in this goddamn room.
“Are you lost, Mr.Crawford?”Zia drawled out, making me wrestle between wanting to fuck her or strangle her.
“Are you kicking me out?”I asked as I made my way to the couch.
Zia’s smirk was that of a woman in complete control.“Not at all.I just didn’t imagine that such a respectable attorney would want to be seen up here.”
“Maybe I’m not that respectable,” I replied coolly as I took a seat on the couch.“Besides, it’s no one’s business what I do in my private life.”
“You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you?”she snorted.
“How do you figure that it’s not?”
“With social media and the internet being the cesspool that it is, when was the last time that someone minded their own damn business?”
Before I could say anything to that, the lights started flickering on and off, and the dark green hues of the room gave it a very sensual vibe, which was the point, I supposed.No one got turned on by road-side-motel décor, and since the club catered to women, it made sense that the rooms would be tastefully done.
“I guess the show’s about to start,” Zia remarked, her accent a little more pronounced.
Just then, a voice came over the intercom.“Welcome to our observation room.Our next showing will include scenes that everyone might not be comfortable with.Double-check that you are in the correct room of your choosing, and if you are not, please exit the room immediately.Also, please note that all participants are of legal age and are consenting adults.Once the scene is over, you will have the option to participate in your own fantasy, and if you choose so, please see the bar staff on the first floor for your request.Thank you for your patronage, and please remember to lock the door if you do not want any interruptions, or leave it unlocked as an invitation.Also, do not forget the panic button that is to the right of the observation glass.Use this in the event that you may need any assistance.”
“This room is always regular sex,” Zia remarked conversationally.“So, unless you’re offended by run-of-the-mill copulation, then there’ll be no need to race out of the room, clutching those pearls.”
“I didn’t realize that you were such an expert on this room,” I drawled out, the idea of her frequenting this place beginning to bother me more than it should.
“I’m not,” Zia chuckled lyrically.“The details are in the consent forms that you sign upon reserving the room.“If there’s a particular scene taking place in here, it’s specified before you sign.”
“I guess the owner really did put a lot of thought into her mission,” I remarked absently, though kind of curious as to what would make a woman dedicate so much brain power to something as common as sex.
“If her mission is to save women everywhere from suffering from mediocre sex for the rest of their lives, then yes,” Zia retorted.
“Suffering from mediocre sex, are you?”I drawled out, wanting to know more, despite how bad of an idea this was.
Zia’s blue gaze slid my way as the sexiest smirk ever appeared on her full lips.“More like suffering from fragile male egos.I mean, can you imagine what would happen if a woman dared criticize a man over his technique?The world would end as we know it.”
I cocked my head.“You know, your father seems like a really good guy, so I can’t imagine where you’re low opinion of men comes from.”
“Nice is all good and well until you need something more,” she replied smoothly.
“Like someone to deliver a stern punishment?”
