Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Christy squeals and claps her hands. “That’s perfect. I’m glad you had fun.”
“Me too,” I tell her. “But it was a one time thing. Never again.”
Her lips purse and she regards me curiously. “Because of Brent? I know you two are going on a date tomorrow. Are you going to tell him that you tried the Dark Room?”
There is no way in hell I could ever tell him that.
I shake my head so hard it hurts. “No. He can never find out about that. I don’t want him to see me differently. He’s a good guy, one who needs a good girl.”
Christy turns her head and glances down at the floor. “You two aren’t together yet. Whatever you’ve done in the past doesn’t matter. You both have needs, and you needed a release. He doesn’t have a right to judge you for that.”
What she says makes sense.
With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes again. “Is it bad that I pretended the guy in the Dark Room was Brent?”
Christy bursts out laughing. “Not at all. In fact, that’s actually pretty awesome. I’m sure everyone who goes in there is imagining who they’re with.”
Grinning, I open my eyes. “And who would you think of if you were in there?”
She bites her lip and smiles. “You know who he is.”
Yes, I do. I’ve seen the way she looks at a certain someone at the club. What’s even better is I’ve noticed the way he looks at her.
“Dutch is a good guy,” I say. “All you have to do is make a move.”
She nods. “I will as soon as you do so with Brent. You need someone like him in your life.”
Yes . . . yes, I do.
NINE
Brent
The price for a one-night car rental, delivered to the office, is the same damn cost for the exclusive membership of Society X for a month. Thirty days of sex or twenty-four hours of transportation that I’ll use for a couple of hours.
Seeing the four-figure cost flash on my screen makes my balls tighten. I click confirm and put my phone down with a huff. The last thing I want is for Scotlyn to have to drive tonight. It’s even worse when she has to drive me back to my hotel because I was too lazy to rent a car for the duration of my trip.
I stare at my computer screen, watching as data scrolls in rapid succession. It’s laughable to think the human eye can catch a coding error with it moving so fast. The only scenario that works is for us to apply any of the updates to the system and pray nothing goes wrong.
A row of X’s line the screen. They’re supposed to be there, but they give me pause. My mind drifts back to the first night I saw Scotlyn. She wore a diamond X around her neck. It’s how Society X patrons can tell if a woman is also a member. Not that it would matter since we’re not supposed to fraternize. Not with this anonymous bullshit.
The thing is, I don’t want to be anonymous. I want to text Christy and ask her to book Scotlyn and me into a room. I’m not sure which room because I’d like to see what I’m doing or she’s doing to me, so the Dark Room is out, and there is no way in hell I’m ready for anyone to watch me having sex. So, what would we do in the Play Room?
I reach for my phone and click the photo app icon. In a buried folder I have some images I took offline. Images I’d probably get in trouble for but they’re of positions I’d like to try or things I’d like to do. Like suckling on a woman’s taut nipple. If one was presented in front of me now, I’d fucking freeze and panic would set in.
Sex ed in high school definitely failed. All it did was tell us what not to do, not how to do it. Which I know wasn’t the purpose, but whatever.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and clear my thoughts. Scotlyn said she had never been in a room, and I believe her. I have no reason not to. It would make sense that all employees wear the X.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
At four, I log out of my computer, grab my things, and say goodbye to the guys. They’re talking about going back to the club this weekend for one of their friend’s bachelor’s party and have invited me to go with them. I may take them up on it, but I’m really hoping Scotlyn will be in my hotel. I plan to tell her how I feel tonight and maybe we can try this dating thing. I’m willing to spend hours sitting at her bar if it means I can see her, and we may end up going home together at night.