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“The pleasure is mine,” Arianne says.

Larkin’s amber eyes bounce from mine to a blushing Arianne.

“It’s no surprise the press can’t seem to shut up about you two,” he says.

“Everything got blown out of proportion,” Arianne says.

“I disagree, Miss Buchanan. It’s not every day a notorious bad boy like Mr. Christensen steps out to a private function with a mysterious beauty.”

Arianne’s eyes widen like saucers.

I chuckle.

She looks flawless. She meticulously reapplied her makeup and smoothed down her hair. It’s still loose, flirting with her shoulders. You’d never know two hours ago I had her across my lap, submitting to my wicked ways, and begging me to let her come. I’ve never done anything like this before. My relationship with the women I work with is always strictly professional. Arianne is my rule breaker. In my defense, she’s the perfect playmate.

“I can’t stay,” Larkin says. “Since I wasn’t able to catch you yesterday, I wanted to make sure to come by.”

“Always great to see you,” I tell him.

His eyes ping-pong between Arianne and me.

“Well done, Mr. Christensen.” Larkin taps me on the shoulder. “I hope I’ll see you and Miss Buchanan at the club sometime soon. We have a theme party coming up. It could be a lot of fun.”

“What club?” Arianne asks, curiosity coloring her eyes.

“We haven’t talked about the club yet,” I say.

“I hope you’ll rectify that,” Larkin says.

“The night is still young,” I tell him.

“As it should be,” Larkin says. “Please, enjoy your dinner. Good night.”

And he’s off.

Two beefy security guards who were standing at a distance follow close behind him.

When I sit back down, Arianne leans into me. “Wow. He’s a bit intimidating.”

“He exudes power. You don’t want to mess with Larkin Gallagher.”

“Noted.” Arianne nods. “What club was he talking about?”

“Dark Compulsion.”

“Is it a dance club?”

Such innocence.

“There’s dancing, but there’s a whole lot more that happens there. Dark Compulsion is a private members’ only club located behind the hotel. It’s a place where the biggest celebrities, Hollywood’s Who’s Who, the rich and famous come for a night of no strings attached hookups with the guarantee that whatever happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors. There’s an understanding among members. No one is there looking for a soul mate.”

“Like a swingers’ club?”

“Some members are married and they’re into that, but a lot of members are single and looking to hook up with other singles. At Dark Compulsion you can have an illicit encounter for a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks. There are different shades of kinky, but nothing hardcore and nothing demeaning.”

“Oh,” she says with a frown.

“Women there know better than to expect forever.”

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