Even though it was a Thursday and not a weekend, a fair share of them were occupied. I paused us outside of an open doorway.
“It looks like a hotel room,” she said as she glanced in. She gestured down the hall. “Is that all these are?”
“That’s allthisone is,” I said. Maddie had opened the metaphorical door, so I hoped she didn’t mind me giving Greer a literal look into it. “This is the one Easton and Maddie use since it’s all they need. Their kink comes from the fact that she belongs to him.”
“Belongs…” She shook her head. “What does that even mean?”
That wasn’t my information to share. “Ask your friend.”
And then agree to belong to me.
She gave a nervous scan down the hall. “Are there other, uhh, kinkier rooms?”
“What’re you hoping to see?”
Surprisingly, she didn’t laugh off my question. She didn’t get flustered and deny the excited light in her pretty eyes. She gave the truth. “I don’t know.”
We started walking again, pausing often so she could check out each piece of erotic art on the wall. A room set up like a doctor’s office and the one stocked with body dripping candles were both open. She gave each a cursory sweep but didn’t seem interested beyond that.
I didn’t blame her. Before that night on the roof, the candle room hadn’t appealed to me, either. Now I would take her in any room she agreed to.
Ifshe agreed.
Greer
I’m in a sex club.
An actual sex club.
Probably the nicest, most refined one in existence.
Or maybe not.
I really don’t know.
I wasn’t naive. I knew places like that existed. But if someone would’ve asked me to picture one an hour ago, it would’ve been scuzzy. Rundown. A shady place that would send me running for a vat of sanitizer.
But I didn’t want to run from Gilded.
Not at all.
It was the complete opposite of any preconceived notion I had—or would’ve had if I’d given it any thought. From the watchful guards we passed to the men armed with cleaning supplies who were sterilizing a mirror room, every detail seemed targeted for safe exploration and erotic pleasure in an elevated environment.
This place is…
It’s no wonder there are so many famous people at the bar.
At footsteps, I looked to the side.
And in the hallway with us.
I tried not to stare as a mega rock star and a pretty woman in blue scrubs headed into the medical-themed room.
Tripp wrapped a large hand around my wrist and tugged me into a dimly lit alcove. There was a door there, but not the same kind as the rest of them. His tone was gentle. “Do you want to leave?”
“Never,” I blurted on a harsh exhale. My cheeks flamed, and I had no clue where that had come from, other than it was the truth. I wanted to see more of the rooms.
No.
