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“Oh no, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say in a light voice. “If there’s any BDSM, it’s just going to be some light spanking. I can handle it.”
But I can tell my friend’s not convinced.
“Get a burner phone,” Marilyn commands. “Seriously. I’m not joking Xenia.”
I sigh because I know my friend won’t let up until I agree.
“Okay, okay, I will. I’ll stop by the drugstore and buy one. Although, can you get them at the local Walgreens?”
“No!” Mari practically shrieks into the phone. “You need to go to one of those shady convenience stores and ask for it at the counter. What, you’ve never watchedThe Wirebefore?”
I shrug.
“I haven’t. But I promise, I’ll get one. I’ll text you the number after I get it so you’ll know where I am.”
Marilyn nods, her expression still troubled.
“Okay, yeah. I’m not kidding, Xenia, because to be honest, I’m a little concerned. I mean, I’m supportive because I know being with five guys is something that you’ve fantasized about for a long time. Still, pulling a train for a biker gang is not exactly what’s considered ‘sane’ or ‘safe’ for a young woman.”
I nod, my eyes going soft.
“I know, and I appreciate your support, Mari. But I gotta go, okay? I told the club that I was coming back tonight, and now I’ve got to go find a burner cell too. So talk later, okay? You can reach me on the burner if they do in fact end up confiscating my regular phone.”
With that, my friend nods and says goodbye, although her expression is still troubled. I get it though. Who wouldn’t be worried if their best girlfriend was going on a two week jaunt to become the property of a criminal biker club? Of course, the Cannon guys haven’t said anything about their real business yet, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I know that these guys aren’t just mechanics, or Amazon delivery guys, or whatever it is that they do to keep the lights on. There’s something dangerous going on … and I need to stay on my toes, whatever it might be.
CHAPTER6
Xenia
“Hi,” I say with a shy smile as Arthur opens the door. “Am I early?”
The handsome man shakes his head and shoots me a wolfish grin.
“Not at all,” he drawls. “We’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.”
However, when I step into the clubhouse, the common area is deserted.
“Where is everyone?” I ask with hesitancy in my voice.
Art shrugs, his brown eyes vague.
“Getting ready, I think. Don’t worry, they’re excited that you’ll be staying here even if they haven’t exactly pulled out the welcome mat. Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” he growls, taking my bag from me. “This way.”
I follow the handsome man through the common area and down the hallway, but we don’t stop at the guest suite reserved for visitors.
“Wait, isn’t this my room?” I ask, lingering before the open door. Inside, I can see the floral bedspread, as well as the fluttery curtains at the windows.
Art throws his head back with a laugh.
“No, sweetheart. We have another room reserved for our train honeys. You’ll see.”
Nonplussed, I follow his broad back as we make our way down the stairs to the basement area. Okay, this is getting weird. I thought for sure I would stay in the guest bedroom, but I suppose not. Still, Art seems completely unconcerned as he leads me past the dungeon and to a dark, narrow hallway in the back with an open doorframe on the left.
“Here we are,” he drawls, eyes gleaming. “This is your room, sweetheart.”
I gasp because the space looks like something reserved for a nun. There are no windows, seeing that we’re underground, and the bedroom can’t be more than a hundred and fifty square feet. There’s a narrow twin-size pushed against the side with a reading lamp on a bed stand next to it, but no decorations on the blank white walls. There’s also a wooden desk with a spindly chair, and I step inside, unsure what to think.
“Well, it’s very … um, Spartan,” I murmur helplessly. “I suppose I can heap my clothes onto the desk, seeing that there’s no dresser.”
