She managed to swallow her gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do I look like I’m not serious, Jannie?” His piercing gaze held hers, sparking something so intense inside her that she had to suppress a shudder. “I happen to own that club,” he calmly said.
“You …” No other words came out. She closed her mouth.
He nodded slowly.
“Youownthe club that bus was advertising?”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t wrap her brain around this shocker. Wild butterflies whirled in her belly, and an ache appeared out of nowhere to throb at her temples.
“Exactly what kind of club is this?”
He smirked. “You saw the ad.”
Oh, had she ever. And that meant …
“You’re into kink.” She hadn’t meant to make it sound like an accusation.
He shrugged. “If that’s what you choose to call it.”
“What else would I call it?”
“You don’t need to call it anything.”
Much to Jannie’s relief, their server approached. “Welcome to Steak!”
Nick smiled at her. “Thank you. Glad to be here.”
“You go first,” Jannie said to Nick. No way could she concentrate on choosing appetizers, not after what he had just disclosed.
The waitress beamed at Nick, then at Jannie. “I’m Wendy. How is your evening going so far?”
It’s going off the deep end.
Nick gave Wendy his dazzling smile. “It’s going great, how about yours?”
“Oh, you know … I can’t complain!”
Nick. Into kink. Into BDSM. Into … Why had he disclosed this?
Jannie barely heard him place his drink order, and Wendy preened and blushed under his easy smile and dark-eyed gaze. It was inevitable; he unintentionally radiated a sensual aura every female sensed from thefirst glance and deep-voiced word out of that beautiful mouth of his.
That bus … in her mind’s eye, she vividly saw the image.
A sex club.God …
Jannie began to feel lightheaded.
Wendy turned to her. “And for you?”
She needed a drink. Badly. In fact, she needed several.
Jannie swiped up the cocktail menu and homed in on the first thing she saw. Orange liqueur, whiskey, lemon soda … yeah, that looked strong. She needed it. Right now.
“I’ll have the Golden Goddess, please.”
