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“Wanna bet?” Nick chuckled. “Come on, we’ll drop you off at the gallery. It’s right down the street from the club. Our little smart-ass here needs a gentle reminder that it’s not nice to question her Masters.” Nick issued a sideways glance at Sanna and smirked.
“I can call a taxi.”
“Nonsense. It’s on the way,” he insisted. “But you might need to grab a cab home. I’m not sure how long we’re going to be handing down our discipline.”
He wore a quirky grin as he watched Sanna’s nervous expression. It was obvious Nick loved to pull her chain just to watch her squirm.
“The club’s open already?” I asked.
“No. We have the code to get in. We’ll be busy in our private room for quite some time,” Nick explained as we joined Dylan in the garage.
“Holy shit!” Dylan grinned. “You look amazing, Mellie.”
“Thank you.” I giggled, feeling the heat rise on my cheeks.
Dylan reached into his pocket then palmed a stack of condoms in my hand. “You’ll need these tonight. Trust me.”
“The hell I will,” I gasped, trying to give them back to him.
“Keep ‘em. Just in case.” He winked.
I quickly shoved the foil packets into my purse with an exasperated sigh.
“Oh, before I forget,” Savannah announced as she handed me a piece of paper. “It’s the alarm code, in case we’re not here when you get back. Are you sure you can find a way home? I hate the thought of dropping you off and just leaving you there.”
“Nice try, kitten,” Dylan chuckled. “Mellie’s a grown woman with a cell phone. I’m one hundred percent convinced she’s capable of calling a cab.”
Savannah pouted, and I giggled. She might like to think she had both men wrapped around her little finger, but they were more than capable of keeping her in line. Each time I observed the by-play between the three, I became more confident she’d found her happy ever after.
“I think you’re just looking for a reason to spank me,” she grumbled.
“Who said anything about spanking, pet?” Nick arched a brow. “But now that you mention it, with a slathering of contempt, we might just have to accommodate your wishes and give you a few with the motherfucker.”
Sanna groaned and opened her mouth to argue but wisely snapped it shut. I didn’t know what the motherfucker was, but obviously, it wasn’t my sister’s favorite toy.
The entire ride downtown, Sanna fidgeted while Dylan and Nick taunted her with various implements they intended to use on her. They were giving her a royal mind fuck, but I knew while I tended to vanilla business, my sister would be drowning in submissive bliss. I thought it ironic that we’d somehow switched places over the years.
Standing in line outside the gallery, I watched Nick drive away. The butterflies I’d tried to calm all day came fluttering back to life with a vengeance. Inwardly scolding myself for my immaturity, I inhaled a deep breath and thanked the elderly man who held the door for me. Stepping inside the foyer, I scanned the crowd, wondering what eye-scalding eclectic outfit Christian would be sporting for such a grand occasion. The man had a penchant for anything neon and wore it proudly. Spotting him immediately, I smiled while his spiked bleached white hair tipped in neon orange assaulted my eyes.
“Mellie,” Christian squealed as he rushed toward me wearing a subdued black tux with tails. With a dainty hug, he air-kissed my cheeks then stepped back. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Christian. You’re looking handsomely formal this evening.”
“It’s a special night,” he announced with a shiver of excitement.
“Yes, indeed, it is. Is Joshua Lars here?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as blasé as possible.
“No. Not yet. He’ll be arriving later.” Turning his head, Christian tossed his nose in the air with a dramatic lift. “Come. You’ve got to see all these incredible pieces.”
Following him into the gallery, my mouth fell open. The enormous room showcased dozens of phenomenal works, both large and small. Each piece was painstakingly displayed beneath a network of lights designed to highlight the intricate detail of Joshua’s amazing talent. Awestruck, I stood in one spot turning slowly, attempting to absorb the vast splendor before me.
Guests mingled, their murmured voices buzzing like bees in a hive. A life-size piece in the center of the room drew me like a magnet. Edging closer, I stood enamored at the breathtaking harem girl. Wrapped in scarves that appeared to flow on an invisible wind, she stood poised on tiptoe as if in mid-dance. A mischievous glint seemed to reflect in her eyes, leaving the impression that a seductive smile lay hidden beneath the veil draped over the lower half of her face. The piece was so stunning it nearly took my breath away.
Abbas would kill for this piece.
Turning, I locked gazes with Christian who’d been watching me with a boyish grin, and I gave him a slight nod. Laughing, he scurried away, returning moments later with a black leather folio tucked under his arm. Over the next hour and a half, I procured eight exquisite pieces for Abbas.
Christian disappeared to process the financial transaction, and I wandered the gallery one last time, eyeing the pieces I’d chosen for Abbas. I lifted a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and stepped to the back of the gallery, indulging myself with a private toast for a job well done. Raising my glass, I spied a piece of art tucked away in the corner that I’d somehow missed. Stepping closer, I stopped. Frozen in shock, I stared at the piece, totally mesmerized.
