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“Please order a drink if you want, then I’ll escort you to where you’ll meet with Ms. Scarlett.”
Before I can even question who Ms. Scarlett is, he retreats to the foyer.
“May I get you a drink?”
I turn back to the bar where an orange-masked bartender is waiting. He’s wearing a deep cut black vest with a white button down and orange tie. He very much looks like a modern version of an old barkeep, except for the orange touches. It seems to be the theme here, to add a little bit of the 1800’s to the present day.
“I’ll take a Southside,” I say, Camilla’s drink of choice. I’ve never had it, but from the descriptions I’ve read it’s like a gin mojito served in a martini glass.
The corner of Jackson’s mouth curves up right before he orders an Old Fashioned – Nick’s preferred drink. The bartender nods his head and before he turns around, I catch the name on his nametag – Bartender Orange.
I turn to Jackson. “Ms. Scarlett, Bartender Orange, are we in the game Clue?”
He chuckles softly. “Everyone who works here has a color surname.”
I glance at the man waiting for us. “Let me guess, Mr. Black?”
Jackson smiles and taps his nose to let me know I guessed correctly.
I take another sweep of the room. “This is place is beautiful, very fascinating.”
“It is.” He closes in and places his hand at the small of my back and pulls me into him. His head leans down and his lips caressing my jaw. “But not nearly as much as you are.”
He kisses me right at my pulse point. “Wildcat, everyone in this room can’t take their eyes off you you’re so fucking stunning.” He kisses his way up to the lobe of my ear, giving it a light nip. “They can look all they want, but you’re all mine.”
I melt into him. I love that every time we play, he still calls me wildcat – that I’m not only a fantasy to him.
Bartender Orange returns with our drinks, and we reluctantly pull apart. I take a sip and find that I like it very much.
“Good?”
“Yes.” It might become my go-to cocktail.
“Ready?” Mr. Black returns.
At our nods, he leads us back into the entry then through another door that opens to a hallway. He takes us past several doors until we reach the end and motions us into a room that looks like an old sitting room, one might call it a parlor. The thumping of the music is louder and sounds like it’s coming from the other side of the wall.
“Ms. Scarlett will be with you shortly,” Mr. Black says before he shuts the door, leaving us alone.
This place is freaking weird – I love it. Jackson takes my hand and leads us further into the room to a settee, where we settle on.
“Let me guess. Mr. Black works for you and he’s the one who got us this last-minute invitation without all the hurdles.”
Jackson smiles. “He exclusively works at Fantasy Gardens, but yes, he’s a member of our team. And I might have made a call.”
“Have you already been vetted?”
“If you’re asking if I’ve been here before, the answer is no. Not for pleasure.”
The sound of that word on his lips makes my temperature rise. I take a sip of my drink. “You mentioned this place has themes that correlate to your fantasy. What’s tonight’s theme?”
His gaze is intense and dark as he takes a sip of his drink. “Exhibition and Voyeurism.”
My breath catches. My heart starts beating faster.
“Camilla likes to watch. She likes to be watched.”
Suddenly, my body is tingling all over. That’s true. The sex club scene in the book is a prime example of just how much Camilla likes to be watched. And the thought…it doesn’t turn me off. I love the idea of playing out a version of that scene as Camilla. But the reality is, I’m not her. And if someone recognizes me…
