Page 17 of The Billionaire

“Yeah, about that. What was—”

“Trust me, you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

Something told me I wasn’t going to like it. I reached for my drink.

“This is an elite sex club. The elite of the elite. And you are in the red group. The group of passion. The group of animalistic savages. The group of sacrifice.”

Sacrifice? I took a few sips.

He let out an annoyed sigh. “There are certain rules here and there’s something about you that makes me want to protect you greatly.”

But I didn’t understand. Didn’t some women sign up because they enjoy exploring? He was acting as if I was in danger or something.

He downed his scotch.

“I’m going to do everything I can to see you again.”

And God knows I wanted to see his gorgeous face again. Just thinking about him . . . oh. I shivered at the remembrance of his lips on my nipple and the way he moved down there. I couldn’t believe I was behaving like this. Here I was in a sex club smitten with a total electrifying stranger! A man who pulled me to him like a magnet.

“But there are rules.”

“What rules?”

“Now that the bid is over, the host gets first pick.”

I jumped and nearly spilled my drink at the clanging of what sounded to be a giant cymbal. He quickly put his mask back on and adjusted the sides of his hair.

Ah, I sighed inside.

I desperately wanted to know his name. I wanted to know the man who captured me in such a way.

I wanted to know if I would be alright.

“But don’t you worry, I removed your name. You were in that lottery. In five minutes, go straight to a restroom and wait for thirty minutes. Then, meet me in the red wing. Got it?”

“What?”

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