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“Question.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she leans into me until our mouths are a hairsbreadth apart. She smells like cherries and bourbon, and I’m having a really difficult time keeping my mouth to myself. “You said you get to bring a guest to this club? Anyone you choose?”
“Anyone I choose.” I suck her lower lip into my mouth, groaning when I get a taste.
She returns the favor withmylower lip. “Take me to the club, Logan.That’swhat I want to do next.”
I graze my lips along her jaw, grip tightening on her thigh. “I’ll have Claudia make the arrangements.”
19
ROSALIE
The momentwe step through the doors of Eros, it’s obvious this is no ordinary nightclub.
Sure, it has the usual club fare:curved booths hugging low-lit tables, a polished bar lined with people vying for the bartender’s attention, beautiful bodies packed onto a dance floor, the rhythmic pulse of bass vibrating beneath my feet.But there’s an understated opulence.An undercurrent of sex in the air. A whisper of primal indulgence.
“Wow,” I say.
Logan’s hand rests low on the bare skin of my back as he guides me forward.“Yeah, it’s pretty impressive.”
You could say that again.
I tilt my chin upward.“That’s quite the disco ball.”
Hanging from the impossibly high ceiling isthe largest chandelier I’ve ever seen, dripping with crystal pendants. Light bounces off its faceted teardrops, scattering prisms across the glossy black floors.
“Probably the most expensive one in existence.” Logan’s lips curve into a grin.
“Why do you say that?”
He gestures toward the ceiling. “These tunnels were originally built for function, so the ceilings were eight, maybe twelve feet high at best. But if you have enough money and the right connections to speed up permits, you can excavate downward to create more vertical space. So that’s what they did.”
I nod absently. “Makes sense.”
He leans in, his voice low and smooth.“You okay? If you want to leave at any time, just say the word. I mean it, Rosie. No questions asked. Your comfort’s the most important thing to me, okay?”
“I don’t think that’ll be happening on my end.” I give him a reassuring smile. “But the same rule applies to you.”
Logan smiles with a glint in his eye. “I’ve got a surprise lined up for you.”
My brows rise.“What kind of surprise?”
So many possible answersfloodmy brain at once, I go intosystem overloadand immediately forget every single one of them.
He chuckles, like he cansense the static inside my brain.
“Relax, Rosie. It’s a good surprise. Promise.”
I take asteadying breath.“Where is this surprise of yours located?”
He jerks his chin toward the nearby metal staircase.“I’m guessing right there, since it’s the only staircase I can see.”
I follow his gaze.
The stairslead to an apparent mezzanine overlooking the dance floor. It’s hard to know for sure,thanks to the half-wall stretching across the front, blocking most of the view.
“What’s up there?”
“The owner’s lounge,”he replies.“And we’re in luck, because it happens to be empty tonight. I texted Donovan, the owner of this place, asking if there were any spaces that would give us a little more privacy, and he hooked us up.”
