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Or so I thought.
The way Adam laughed arrogantly made me question things.
"Oh,mia rosa, ti scoperò finché non sorge il sole."
Chapter 14
Eliza
"Adam, I'm not havingsex with you for the first time in a sex club," I deadpanned, clinging to the back of his shirt tighter, as my heart raced faster and faster.
I also didn't want to lose him and get lost in this damn place!
Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking?!
A sex club was the very last place I thought he'd take me after our wonderful day today! The rest of our mall excursion was perfect, and dinner went by so smoothly that it was the damn cherry on top of this perfect sundae. Then, when I thought we were about to make the drive home, he turned a few corners, drove down a few streets, and stopped at a rather fancy dark building with a neon sign saying 'Barred Out.'
Come to find out, it was one of Adam's many business establishments. Particularly, one of his more mature establishments. I refused to go in, even though he promised the trip would be very quick, but he wasn’t having any of it. He literally hauled me out of the car, threw me over his shoulder, smacked my fucking ass while laughing at my struggle, and walked in like he owned the damn place! Okay, he did own thedamn place, but I was referring to the way he’d walked in so damn proudly.
What about Asher, you ask?
Well, apparently, there was a kiddie care place attached building. When I asked Adam about it, he said it was something he came up with, because so many of his employees had children and struggled to find childcare. I mean, getting past my frustration about him dragging me into the place, I found that rather sweet of him. Of course, I didn't say jack shit because I was supposed to be mad at him.
Eventually, he put me down once I stopped hitting his back and begged him to. It was so embarrassing to be carted around like a sack of potatoes—people were staring!
So, there we were, me clinging to the back of his shirt like a terrified child while he led us up to the third floor.
His body trembled under my hold, and I had to focus very hard to catch his amused chuckle over the deafening music in the place. "Little rose, I wouldn't take you in one until our twentieth date or unless you begged me to." That made it sound like he had plans on taking me in the club at some point. "But also, what I've got at my place is more than enough for both of us."
The fuck did he mean by that!?
Oh God, and why the hell did I just get so heated at those words?
Did he have a sex dungeon at his place? Okay, stupid question because he basically just hinted at that.
Something strong snaked around my waist, forcing me to take a few large strides. Following the arm, I visibly relaxed when I saw who it was attached to. Someone random could've grabbed me for all I knew.
"Breathe, no one will touch you here unless you give them explicit permission," he assured me with a warm and confidentsmile. "This is an exclusive club, and everyone gets vetted and signs an agreement before being accepted and granted access. It's more relaxed on the dance floor, but everyone here is pretty mindful. So, it's typically harmless touches unless the recipient allows further touching."
If my faith in humanity was better, then I'd have no problem believing him, but people kept staring at me so intensely. I wanted to crawl out of my skin and hide in a dark corner somewhere because of it. On the other hand, they might've been hungering for me, but none of them made any indications of advancing. There was this edge of control in their eyes, a mutual understanding and respect.
I wasn't some piece of meat, a conquest to be taken. Under their gazes, I felt like an actual person.
Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin a little as I walked side by side with Adam. It felt a little weird, not gonna lie, to be acting as if I was confident—like I belonged.
"There's my little rose." Adam's praise cooed against my ear, making me shiver from the waves of delight. "God, seeing your thorns come out makes me so proud and crazy for you."
It was a struggle to keep my steps from faltering as I kept up with Adam. The constant ache between my legs became more annoying by the second, and with each step my jeans kept rubbed right up against my throbbing clit.
Slowly, the music faded out the higher we went up the stairs. By the time we reached his office on the third floor, it was nothing but a very soft buzz in the background.
Leading me over to the black leather couches, he settled me down before draping his jacket over me. Kneeling before me, he cupped my knees and rubbed them softly for a moment. Then, his head looked up at me with a lopsided smile. "I just have to attend to something really quickly with the managers hereand grab some things," he told me with an apologetic smile. "I thought it could wait until tomorrow because I didn't want to cut business into our day like this, but it's something important."
Securing his jacket with one hand, I reached the other out to stroke his cheek. "It's okay," I assured him with an understanding smile. "Just try not to keep me waiting too long?"
Placing his hand over mine, he stroked the back of it with his thumb. "Thirty minutes." He sounded and seemed certain enough to ease my doubts. "Feel free to help yourself to anything and everything in my office," he told me while standing up.
Then, leaning down, he kissed my forehead before leaving me to my lonesome self.
