Page 67 of Chandelier Enthralled
She pushed up off my thighs and sat straight in her seat. “Who was that?”
“Tell me you are no longer working at Pulse360.”
“Why is that any of your business?” She scraped her fingers through her hair to neaten it, though it could be construed as frustration.
I glanced in the rearview, hoping no one had clocked either the car or the woman inside it. So far, there was no sign of anyone tailing, no hint that Jewel had sent her dogs after us.
For some unfathomable reason, Willa had discovered Pendulum.
An uneasy feeling settled in my gut. “Who told you about that place?”
Defensively, she folded her arms. “What place, Greyson?”
“Who are you investigating?”
“Actually, it’s something, not someone.”
“Elaborate.”
“Why should I tell you anything?”
Annoyed, I glanced over to scrutinize her expression. “You can explain it to your brother.”
“Did he send you?”
“Investigate the answer to that, since that’s what you’re good at.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“Are you for real?” I mean, this woman had exposed herself to a hazard beyond her comprehension.
She nudged my arm. “Is that a kink club?”
“It’s a ‘none of your business’ club.”
“The coincidence is not lost on me,” she said. “Me seeing you at my brother’s and now you’re driving me home.”
“Who said anything about taking you home?”
She blinked, and then hugged herself, unsure.
“Like it?” I asked. “The taste of danger? Does it turn you on?”
“Are you going to tell me what you do in there?”
“It’s a gallery,” I said. “By appointment only. Your wild imagination had it become something more.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie, though the art was undeniably erotic, the clients unapologetically debauched, and the atmosphere far too decadent for someone as innocent as her.
It was art, in every sense. A breathtaking sort that touched your soul and awakened every sense within you.
I had to force her out of this orbit, launch Willa out of Pendulum’s trajectory. Not exactly what Cameron had in mind, but then again, it was me he’d sent to bring her home.
But first, I’d scare the curiosity right out of her.
Letting Greyson drive me home wasn’t the wisest decision.
He wasn’t wearing a tuxedo, which gave me the impression he was there for me as he’d claimed—like my brother had sent him.
