The boss.
Mateo.
How in the hell did he know I was coming here? Or was he just hoping?
This is so crazy.
“What does that mean?” I ask her.
“Well, you have access to everything. I recommend starting in the lounge, have yourself a drink or two, but we have a house limit of two drinks per customer.”
I nod, listening intently.
“With your VIP status, your drinks are on the house.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you.”
“You can enjoy the playroom as much as you like, and if you find a partner that you want to be private with, we have plenty of private rooms available tonight, also included in your VIP status.”
Holy shit.
“Got it.”
“Now, this is a new thing we’re rolling out, just to make sure that like minds match up.” She pulls a shiny black box out from behind the desk and opens the lid, revealing sleek little bracelets of different colors. “Are you bisexual?”
I’m not here for sex.But I’m so damn curious, so I answer with “No.”
“Shame.” Beth winks at me, and I let out a laugh that’s not at all nervous now. “Okay, so no green for you. Now, if you choose the purple, that means you like things to get pretty rough. If you choose yellow, you lean more toward the ...vanillaside of things.”
“Do you have something in the middle?”
Beth grins and, with a nod, pulls out a blue bracelet.
“This one will be perfect for you.”
Nibbling my lip, I let her fasten the blue string to my wrist.
“Is everyone wearing a bracelet?”
“No, but most are. If members come with a partner and don’t plan to bring in a third, or simply already have plans for their evening, there’s no need for the bracelet.”
“Oh, well, I don’t plan to?—”
“Just keep it,” she says with another wink. “You go right down this hallway and take the elevator up to the second floor. You’ll see the lounge right away. Go get that drink and enjoy yourself. You look fantastic.”
I’m back to being nervous as I walk to the elevator and wait for the doors to open. Once in the elevator, I stare at myself in the mirrored walls and wonder what in the hell I think I’m doing.
I have a lot of audacity when it comes to looking for my baby sister.
The doors open, and Beth was right: The lounge is hard to miss. More black and gold greets me. There are low tables with couches spread over the large area, and along the back wall is a long bar with two bartenders bustling back and forth. It’s busy but not packed and honestly reminds me of any high-end lounge.
This I can do.
Walking into the room, I notice there is a larger group in the corner. A heavily pregnant woman leans into her man’s side, smiling up at him adoringly. Said man is another handsome, tattooed man, dressed in a black suit. Across from them is another couple, the man also in a suit, and the pretty blond woman in a red dress that shows all her curves.
Two other men are with them, and if I’m being honest, every man at that table looks ...scary.
Scary as fuck.
