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David looked at me for a minute. I wondered what he was going to say. I didn’t think the idea of going to a place like Classified was going to freak him out, but he didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he nodded.
“I’m a member, too,” he said finally.
“What?!”
“You seem surprised.”
“I am, a little. I mean, you are friends with my straightlaced brother.”
“Your brother and I very different people, princess.”
“Apparently,” I said, smiling. “So, it’s settled then?”
“Classified,” he agreed, and we got in his car. David put on some music and I sang along as he drove. They were good tunes, and I was in good company, and I felt more at ease than I had since I’d moved in.
“So, I work downtown now,” I told David.
“That’s what I heard.”
“Maybe we could have lunch sometime.”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
I blushed. I kind of was, wasn’t I? I wanted that. I wanted a date with David. I’d been scared to see him tonight. I’d been nervous that it was going to be weird. I’d been such a dick to him. I knew that. I never should have ghosted him or blown him off.
I’d had three months to think about my behavior, though, and I’d spent plenty of time yanked over different laps at different sex clubs and having my ass beat. It was a therapeutic sort of experience, being spanked. It was like
being put in my place and punished, but it was also a total turn-on. I hadn’t had sex with anyone since I’d slept with David, but I’d been spanked. In some ways, it was like I was paying penance. I knew that wasn’t the way it worked, though. He wasn’t the one who had spanked me, so I still felt like I owed him.
“Yeah, I’m asking you on a date.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Zoey. I like you, too. That’s not a secret. You don’t have to go out with me, though. It’s okay for us to just hang out tonight. Nothing has to happen.”
“I want something to happen.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s so. David, I shouldn’t have run off before. I’m sorry. It wasn’t very mature. It certainly wasn’t very kind.”
“That’s nice of you to say,” he said. He turned down a side road. We were getting close the club. He hadn’t asked for the address, so I knew he was telling the truth when he’d said he was a member. “I don’t hold any ill will toward you, Zoey.”
“I know. You aren’t the type to hold grudges.”
“If you and I want to try having a relationship, though, we’ll need to set some ground rules.”
“Let me guess, no running away?”
“No running away,” he agreed. That was a good rule to have. If you ran away every time that things got tough, you’d spend all of your time running and none of it being together.
“What else?”
“Honesty.”
“Honesty?”
