Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“No problem.” It looks like he doesn’t want to do this anymore than I do. “Rule number one is no discussing what happens at the club outside of the club. No divulging who is at the club. This rule is highlighted and underlined with a space for you to initial so they are very serious about it.” He stares at me with a raised eyebrow, making sure I understand. I barely resist the urge to roll my eyes when I nod my head, agreeing. He goes on. “Rule number two. No means no.” He glances up at me, and I feel like a bug under a microscope. “I’m pretty sure that rule is self-explanatory.”
Of course, it is. I’m not a total idiot. “Yes.” God, there has to be some way to get through this quickly.
Mitch’s monotone voice just might put me to sleep. I’m not going to lie; I zone out as he reads on. “Next rule. Be honest and up front about everything. Your expectations, boundaries, background, etc.” He glances at me and tugs at his collar. “It doesn’t explicitly say, but I’m assuming they are referring to your sexual expectations, boundaries, etc.” No kidding. I barely resist the urge to tell him to hurry the heck up while reminding myself that Mitch is doing me a favor right now. “There is a subset rule stating you need to establish your boundaries up front and adhere to them.” I nod my head like a bobblehead doll since my throat has closed up and there’s no way I’ll manage to squeak a response past my lips. “Do not touch anyone without permission. Safe, sane, and consensual are the watchwords. Oh, and this is play between consenting adults that isn’t going to lead to anything else.”
“So, you don’t see anything unusual in the contract?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
The attorney takes off his glasses and sets them on his desk. “I think you going to a BDSM club to woo clients is very unusual, but I‘m not going to waste my time trying to change your mind.”
“Thank you.” I stand up, ready to get the heck out of here. “I appreciate you looking at the contract.” As I reach the door, I look over my shoulder and remind him, “And please remember not to mention this to Hawk or Falcon.”
“I value my life too much to inform your brothers that you’re going to a sex club,” he mutters under his breath as I step out of the room.
“You can’t lie to me.” Candy, my best friend, sits next to me at the breakfast bar and takes a huge sip of her wine “I know you’re at least a little curious about the Sterling Rope.” Okay. I might’ve broken the first rule already, but I can’t keep any secrets from my best friend. We’ve been tied at the hips since first grade when she hooked my sandal strap to the monkey bars and left me hanging upside down.
I glare at her and blow out my breath. “I might be curious about the freaking sex club.” I pause for dramatic effect and watch as Candy rolls her eyes at me. “But that doesn’t mean I want to hold a business meeting in the BDSM club.”
“Yeah, right. Please promise me you’ll give me all the juicy details after your sinful night.” Candy wiggles her eyebrows.
“I can pretty much promise you that there won’t be any juicy details,” I insist, but we both know I have no idea what’s going to happen Friday night. “I’m going to get the contract signed, sealed, and delivered, and then I plan to spend the rest of the evening in the fancy hotel I booked in Silver Spoon Falls watching free movies.”
“Uh-huh.” Candy snorts. “And I’m going on a date with the Easter bunny.”
“You have a better shot of dating the Easter bunny than I have of participating in kinky sex at this club.”
“We’ll see.”
Chapter 2
Roman
“What possessed you to say yes to letting the five members of Sp*nked join? Their membership might draw attention to the club.” Slade sits on the black leather sofa across from my desk and puts his shoes up on the glass-top coffee table. How can I explain to my friend and business partner what I don’t understand myself? Some little voice in the back of my mind urged me to agree and I ran with it.
“They want to get away from the limelight when they play.” I can understand wanting to stay anonymous. I pay out the ass to keep myself hidden. After watching my father fall victim to every gold digger in the state of New York, I changed my name and moved across the country to Silver Spoon Falls. The small Texas town is so overrun with millionaires and billionaires that no one really pays attention to another one. “I signed them up for a three-month trial to make sure it’s a good fit for all of us.”