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“No lectures, merely observations. Have fun. I’m out of here.”
“All right, man, see you.”
Erik gave him a salute and took off, making his way through the crowd.
“Give me one of those sports drinks,” Nick said to Victor when the bartender was free.
“You got it,” Victor winked at him.
Nick took his drink to a side table, where he could view the public play stations. A sub was tied up in one, and her Dom worked her over with an electro wand. In another station, a male sub was caged, being teased with a feather duster. Across from him, a Dom was feeding his sub with the palm of his hand, the devotion clear in the girl’s eyes.
Nick sighed.
Okay, so maybe…no, he shook off the thought.
Erik was mistaken. He didn’t need attachments.
He liked kink and sex, and that was as far as it went for him.
But just like with his job, he was starting to feel bored with the playboy lifestyle.
He didn’t want a girlfriend, though, and definitely not someone his family would approve of, someone who would look pretty on his arm and smile for the camera.
He finished his drink, exited the club the back way and ran into Karina.
“You came back?” He took her hand in his.
She held up her purse. “I left my purse in the room.”
Nick grabbed her arm before he could stop himself. Her breasts were clad in a low-cut sparkly top, and her dark hair and wide brown eyes were lined perfectly with a swash of blue. She really was lovely.
“Thanks again for tonight.”
“Yeah, it was fun” she pulled her arm away and headed for the exit.
“Hey, Karina?” Nick said.
“You remember my name?” Her perfectly arched eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“Of course. Do you want to go back to my place?”
Her smile lit up the room. “Sure.”
Nick slipped his hands in hers, escorting her to her car. What the hell was wrong with him? He never brought women home with him. Maybe Erik’s words were getting in his head, or he was just trying to break from the tedium he felt. Nick didn’t care.
There was nothing wrong with spending a few hours with a willing submissive.
Even if it didn’t feel like it was on his usual terms.
CHAPTER THREE - MULBERRY
“Cut! Take five,” the director called.
The waiting beehive of the crew swarmed onto the set, rearranging the props.
The actors shuttled off for make-up touches and water breaks.
Mulberry shifted from where she was sitting on a concrete barrier, just behind the perimeter of the small town set-up, watching the frenzy.
