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I nod my head.
“I’m sorry for not telling you before we got here. I wanted to surprise you, and I was a little bit nervous to even bring you here.”
“I understand.”
“Are you ready to head inside?”
“Yes.”
Michael leads me through the double doors at the end of the hall. We enter a small lobby, where a woman sits behind a desk. Michael checks us in, and I have to sign a few consent forms as his guest. I also have to show them my ID, and then they hand us white and blue bracelets.
What color does he normally get?
I stop that thought in its tracks. I truly don’t want to know, because anything that happened before me doesn’t matter.
What’s happening now does.
Once everything’s filled out and buttoned up,Michael leads me through the next set of doors. My eyes widen at the sight before me. At first, it looks like a regular club. There are multiple seating areas with big comfy chairs and couches, and a wide range of people are scattered around the room, chatting with each other.
Then, as you look a little closer, a lot of these men and women are scantily clad, sitting on laps and touching each other in ways that would be inappropriate anywhere else.
There’s a bar toward the back of the room with several barstools tucked around it. It’s busy without being overwhelming.
“Do you want a drink?” Michael asks.
I nod, grateful for the interruption of my thoughts. Is Michael going to want to touch me out here in front of all of these people?
Do I hate the idea?
No, not really. But I know with certainty he won’t do anything without confirming I’m okay with it first.
The more my brain runs away from me, the more I wonder what it would be like to have him stirring me up while all of these people sit around. Not all of them would be watching us, but I’m sure a few would notice what we were doing. To say the idea turns me on is a massive understatement.
Michael leads me over to the bar and orders a beer for himself and a glass of white wine for me. All of my thoughts are scrambled now, bouncing from one thing to the next, so I’m grateful he knows me well enough to order for me.
He encourages me to sit on the barstool and then wraps his arms around me. The gesture feels more comforting than possessive, and I appreciate it very much.
“You doing okay, Trouble?” Michael asks, his voice a deep rumble in my ear.
I sip my wine and take stock of how I’m feeling. “I’m a little overwhelmed, but I’m very happy to be here with you.”
Michael’s soft smile makes my stomach gooey. He presses a kiss to my temple and then turns us so we can see the lounge area.
I’m starting to feel more comfortable…until two women walk straight up to Michael without giving me a single glance.
Chapter 28
Michael
Ismell Ronnie’s perfume before I see her.
The cloying, flowery scent she douses herself in is unmistakable.
Next to her is her best friend, Samantha. The rail-thin blonde woman is never far away.
I quickly hold my hand out, knowing that Veronica will try to hug me. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I ask her to keep her distance; she never tries to remember.
It’s one of the many reasons I stopped doing scenes with her. She can also be a brat. I don’t mind a little teasing pushback, but not at the expense of my boundaries. Ronnie seemed to care only about her own pleasure.
