Page 24 of Chandelier Sin
“I had questions.”
“About that mystery woman?”
“Yes.”
“I was watching people watching you. Be careful.” He leaned back a little and studied me. “Who is she?” he asked, sounding wary, like he already knew.
“I’m not sure.”
“What did you talk about?”
“The weather.”
“Yeah, right.” He shook his head, amused. “About the impending storm?”
That made me smirk. “Where’s Jake?”
“Home. Hopefully hers, so he can drop her off and then leave.” He rested his hand on my shoulder. “You’d have done the same if you’d been in that room. That was pure fear in that sub’s eyes.”
There seemed to be a lot of that here, an underlying current of terror weaving in and out of conversations.
“Are you okay?” I asked, realizing he looked preoccupied.
“Rylee was also looking for Jake.” Greyson shook his head. “Someone told her that Jake left with a sub. She’s pissed.”
“They’re divorced,” I said in his defense.
“She was expecting to leave with him, is my guess.”
I rubbed my brow. “Doesn’t divorced mean…being separated?”
“I told her he rescued her.” Greyson gave a look to say he’d tried to allay her concerns, but we knew how volatile Rylee could be.
We left the bar and moved from room to room as discreetly as possible.
We were tuned into the tone and timbre of every aspect of the club, from its members to its staff, and the most important aspect of any club is the women.
A couple of hours later, we had cajoled two submissives into coming with us to talk to them privately, away from prying eyes.
I’d seen Rachel and Elle around before, but this was the first time I’d approached either of them.
They came with us willingly. Rachel the redhead and Elle, the sweet brunette. They held hands as they walked behind us.
God knows what they thought we might do to them.
We searched out a private setting in a first-floor chamber.
The room was set up with a stripper pole at the far end. That, and the fancy seating around the room, was pretty much it. The lights had already been dimmed to complement the cozy aura.
Greyson took his place on the red velvet loveseat, giving us some space.
His quirkiness could be off-putting.
He was just too damn smart, and the way he saw the world could be intimidating. He knew it, too, which was why he chose to sit out on this one.
There was always an imminent risk of him spouting off facts, like how the moon’s orbit around the earth was getting wider or how once extinct creatures were popping up all over the planet and were very much alive.
Greyson couldn’t help himself. He was in love with the world—and all of us loved him for it.
