Moving slowly, he sets the bags down on the table. “I assume you two were talking…”
“Yes,” she replies.
My jaw clenches as I stare at the floor. I can’t explain my anger, but it’s still boiling inside me.
“And…”
She lets out a sigh. “And…nothing. We’re just talking.” It actually sounds like she’s on his side. That didn’t take much.
So maybe it is just me. Maybe these two are so fucking reckless that they’re willing to bet everything on Hunter’s stupid fantasy. Well, I’m not. He’ll see me touch Isabel once, and not like the way I did at the demonstration, but more. Kissing her or something, and he’ll snap. He’ll realize how fucking wrong this is and regret everything.
Then, an idea pops into my head.
“Trial run…tonight,” I blurt out, the half-thought-out plan just slipping through my lips without a second thought.
“What?” she asks.
“At the club tonight, Isabel can go with me. You can watch—no sex,” I add, clearing that up real fast. “But we’ll see how it feels before we commit to anything else. I bet you anything just seeing her on my arm will have you changing your mind.”
“What are you willing to bet that on?” he replies, staring back at me with a smug expression.
“If you keep your cool tonight, and you really still want it, then I’ll agree to it. But if you freak out at all, even a little, it’s off. Forever.”
“Deal,” he replies.
The room is bathed in silence as we stare at each other. The beer buzz is officially gone, so I can’t blame this on being drunk, but it doesn’t exactly clear things up.
What the fuck did I just agree to?
Rule #10: It’s okay to want what you want.
Isabel
Everything in here is pink. It’s sort of genius, actually. Keeping the design feminine is very empowering. And for a club filled with horny, straight men, I love it.
Drake and I are lingering by the door as we wait in line to enter. I’m filled with anxious energy with my arm looped through his. If this works out tonight, whatever Drake has planned, is sure to be interesting. And if Hunter keeps his cool, then that means we’re doing this.
I’m going to have sex with Drake.
While my husband watches.
My belly tingles with heat and excitement every time I think about it. But I have no doubt Drake isn’t going to make this easy on Hunter. He’s going to do everything he can to trigger my husband into backing out of the deal. It’s like a sexy game of chicken, and I’m in the middle.
Hunter is already in the club. He came an hour early to meet with the owner, so just knowing that he’s somewhere in this building, ready to watch, has me on edge.
“You okay?” Drake whispers, and I smile up at him.
“Yep.”
When we reach the front, the woman takes our names, checks our reservation, goes over some rules, confiscates our phones, and ushers us inside. Based on the lobby, the inside is…not what I expected. For one thing, there are far more women here than men, it’s far too bright, and there are quite a few people walking around almost completely naked.
Unlike Salacious, where the public displays are kept strictly in the VIP and voyeur hall, that’s not the case here. There is a woman openly groping another woman…at the bar.
“Um…wow,” Drake mutters as he freezes two steps inside the club.
A feeling of disappointment washes over me. I really, really wanted to love this club, but even this is a little too openly sexual for me. Silently, I summon my inner Mia—the girl who doesn’t bat an eye at masturbating in public, since she literally does it every day—and I pull Drake farther into the club.
“Do you see him?” I ask, looking around without obviously searching for him.
“No, but I’m too distracted to see him anyway. This place is a little…in your face.”
At that moment, a completely topless woman approaches us with a tray balanced on one hand. “Welcome to Pink,” she says with a smile as if she’s the hostess at a Chili’s. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Any open table is yours, and I’ll be around to take your drink order.”
“Um, thanks,” Drake replies as he drags me to an open table. They are bar height with four chairs at each. He pulls out my chair and waits as I climb up, feeling far more uncomfortable than I wanted to. That’s when my eyes dance upward and I notice there’s a second floor I didn’t see before. At first, I thought it was just mirrors, but when I look again, I can faintly make out the lights on the other side. Which means they can see us from up there.