Page 36 of Honey, Honey
“Well, yeah. It’s Zeus,” I said, as if she didn’t know. As if the woman wasn’t him when I swear she had to be.
“He’s not that great,” she muttered, stopping at a door and turning to face me. “But at times he can be useful in his interest, and you, Honey have caught his interest.” She handed me a golden key. “This is on the house.”
My mouth dropped open. The room we were standing in front of was not the normal one I was used to, which was a simple affair. Clean and simple, but still as elegant as the rest of the club with it’s furnishings, even if it was small. Normally the room I took was just a bed and an ensuite bathroom.
Nothing more. Those doors were black wood, the same as all the other short term stays.
This door was golden to match the key she held out to me.
I’d heard about the rooms with the golden doors. Christian had told me about them, but we had never stayed in one. They were for VIPs, those Zeus favored. And try as he might Christian could never seem to break into their good graces. It had irked him to no end. A giggle bubbled up in me as I took the key from Connie.
Christian would shit bricks if he knew I was here and where I was staying. Good.
“Thank you,” I said, because you didn’t say no to a gift from Zeus. You took it for yourself with both hands and didn’t bother to worry about the price. Whatever the cost it would be worth it for the brief moment in time that the world was yours. Zeus could give you the world within these walls and after the tumultuous night I’d had, the feeling of being adrift in my own life, just all of it…
I would take the world for my own, even if it cost me everything.
Connie winked. “Of course, Honey. As always it’s a pleasure to see you,” she started forward but paused beside me and turned her head to look at me in profile. She was so close I could feel the ghost of her breath on my neck and I shivered, suddenly aware of how close Connie was to me. Her shoulder was nearly brushing mine and if I reached out my pinky I would be touching her hand.
I stayed still, not daring to breathe.
“You will be safe. I promise you. Nothing will happen that you do not want.” Her voice had dropped an octave, it was huskier now and I shivered under her unwavering attention. The woman was intense, but I liked that so I met her gaze as best I could while I waited for her to continue. “That you,” she paused again and I could hear the pounding of my heart with each passing second. Connie moved, leaning closer to me, so that she was whispering in my ear, “do not ask for.” I sucked in a breath, eyes closing at her last words. “Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, eyes still closed, my fingers clutching the golden key so tightly I knew my palm would be sore and bruised when I let it go. Connie chuckled, the sound of it making me squirm. She had a good chuckle, the tone of it low and husky, practically reverberating through my body from my head to my toes. I heard her let out a soft sigh and for a second I thought she might touch me, but reason told me she wouldn’t. The rules of the Cairn were strict. There was no touching unless it was agreed upon. This was a safe place, and Connie was at the helm of it. She would not touch me unless I asked her.
My insides warmed and shifted, arousal sliding over and through me like honey, coating it all in a sticky sweetness that nearly had me opening my mouth and asking her to touch me.
She could be Zeus. She’s probably Zeus.My brain screamed at me, and I bit back the words.
As comfortable as I was in the Cairn and the lifestyle I would not and could not fuck around with someone as powerful as Zeus. I had survived Christian, but Zeus? If that went wrong, there would be no coming back from that for me. I needed to keep my mouth shut. But with the way she was standing, so close, the heat from her body radiating out and warm on the back of my hand that was nearly touching hers, the smell of her—a scent that was a mix of jasmine and sandalwood, floral, sensual and rich, and the sound of her voice...it was hard to remember that I needed to watch myself around Connie. The woman knew her way around a submissive, she was experienced and deft in the lifestyle. I knew that if I did spend time with her, ask her to touch me, that she would make it a weekend to remember.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to put the limits of my self-discipline to the test. Connie ended it by moving away. I opened my eyes to see her grinning at me, eyes openly moving over my face and then down my body before she gave me a wink.
“Good girl.” She turned and set off down the hallway with the same ethereal grace that made me feel awkward and tripping over my own feet to catch up. “Have fun tonight!” She called over her shoulder, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye.
I nodded but said nothing, eyes glued to her figure until she was out of sight and around the corner. When I was sure she was gone, I sagged against the golden door. “Holy fuck,” I whispered, forehead against the cool surface of the door. “Holy shit.”
I let myself into the suite as soon as I had recovered enough strength in my legs to stand. I shut the door with more force than necessary and winced at the loud slam. “Fuck.” I was off to a great start in my fancy VIP room, all right. I turned to survey the room and once again felt my knees go weak. I was used to rooms that were functional, meant for a stay and a night of play, but this?
This was luxury.
“It’s beautiful,” I said to no one, but it had to be fucking said. The room was open concept with the same dark flooring of the anteroom. A fireplace was here as well, a dark mahogany mantled thing that made me think of the historical museums I’d been in as a kid when on a road trip with my mom. We used to duck into the old houses and pay the couple of bucks to wander around while we waited for whatever club she was moonlighting in to open its doors to performers. In front of the fireplace was a green velvet settee with leather straps I could see folded across the length of it.
Across from the fireplace was a huge four poster bed made of dark wood. The posts of the bed were beautiful, less for function than for aesthetic, and I walked towards the bed to get a better look at them. The posts of the bed were works of art, like wood made lace, airy and light but undeniably strong. I could see the metal fasteners at the base of the posts made for straps or whatever rope its occupant might care to employ.
A forest green bedding that made me think of relaxation and indulgence. I reached out a hand, smoothing it over the impossibly soft bedding that would, if I had my way, see a fair share of action.
“This is fucking awesome.”
To the left of the bed was a heavy desk that looked as antique as the rest of the room. But even from where I stood I could see the glint of an electronics hub peaking out at the side. It was meant for work. Not work that I did, but the kind of work someone who stayed in a golden room might do. I dropped my bag onto the seat in front of the desk and kept walking, through an archway and into a chef quality kitchen and dining room.
I clapped my hands excitedly at the sight of it. I opened the fridge and was hit with another wave of surprise when I saw it was fully stocked with food and drink. I reached in and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water and took a deep drink, enjoying the quiet of the rooms. I turned, seeing that glass lined this room treating me to a stellar view. It was beautiful now with the sun setting and coloring the room in hues of pink and gold. This was exactly what I needed. I reached back into the fridge and grabbed what looked like a fruit platter. I spied strawberries, blueberries, pomegranate seeds and kiwi slices all artfully arranged on a golden plate.
Who the fuck kept a whole fruit platter on hand just in case someone stayed in a room? Who kept a whole stocked fridge for that matter, on the off chance a guest might stay?
Zeus. That’s who.
The contents of the fridge were easily more than I ate in a week. I was frugal with my purchases, buying in bulk, shopping in season and locally as much as I could in the weekend markets, and I cooked at home the majority of the time. I licked my lips, mouth watering at the sight of the fresh fruits arranged on the plate I held. It was beautiful, the dull golden gleam of the platter shone in the light of the sunset. I looked up from the plate and my mouth fell open when I saw that the windows lining the room were not just windows, but doors. I walked forward seeing handles on each windowed door and saw that they could be folded open to create a roomy balcony.
