“Under all this?” She gestured toward her fake hair and heavy makeup, which didn’t even make people look twice. In Vegas, this was tame,she supposed.
His smile was slow, and the glint in his eye had her heart beginning to pound. “Under all of it.”
What the heck did he mean by that?
You know what he means.
But … What was he into? Whippings? Humiliation? Group sex? She really hoped not, because even at her most adventurous, she didn’t think that was for her. Which meant they were incompatible, no matter how heart-stoppingly attractive he was.
Curiosity, however, got the best of her. She sipped her drink. “So, tell me more about this club of yours.”
Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “Oh, back to that, are we?”
“Can anyone get in?”
“No.”
“Oh, so it’s members only?”
“It is.”
“And how do you select your members?”
“Very carefully.”
“I can imagine.”
“Full criminal and background checks. Discretion is paramount, so applicants must fill out an extensive questionnaire and sign a confidentiality agreement. And everyone must be over twenty-one.”
“How many members do you have?”
“A little over a hundred, with capacity for more.”
“And you only recently opened?”
He nodded. “I was surprised at how quickly it took off, to be honest. Most of it has been word of mouth. News spreads fast about good things, apparently.”
“How very humble of you.”
His smile was self-assured. “What can I say? I’m happy with how it’s coming along. We still have a few issues to work out. Some construction snafus, but everything fell into place more seamlessly than expected.”
She gulped her drink. It already gave her a buzz. Strong stuff. Good. That was how she got up the nerve to ask what she really wanted to know. “What goes on there?”
“Parties. Events. And more.”
“Definemore.”
“It’s not my place to define it. The clients are in charge. We simply facilitate what they envision and make it come to life for them.”
“Where Dreams Come True,” Jannie recited dryly, quoting the famous Disney slogan.
He smiled. “Within reason. And safety parameters, of course.”
“Of course. And these … what do they call them? Scenes?”
His smile turned wicked. “Not just scenes. Experiences.”
Experiences. What sort of experiences?If the bus billboard was a clue …
