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In truth, neither did I. What I did know was that my attraction to her remained dangerous as fuck.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d risk more than just her life with my careless behavior.
CHAPTER 19
Francois
Club Colette.
It was considered a mild kink club on Gravier Street, far enough removed from the beaten path of the craziness of the French Quarter that I was more comfortable, although Daniel had swept the area prior to allowing either Delaney or me to exit the SUV.
The precautions might be overkill given all had been quiet for the last few hours, but I had no doubt whoever was behind the charade was watching us closely. In truth, one of the reasons I’d granted her wish was hoping to force their hand. What I didn’t want was for the race to be the location of the next threat made.
I’d made a call, ensuring my table would be ready for the evening, one that was close enough to the dance floor to pay attention to everything that was occurring.
It was the perfect club to take her to, especially given the risky adventure we were on had started at a private men’s club. I’d learned enough about the location in LA to know it should havebeen safe given the people who owned it. What surprised me was that garnering an invitation took either money or powerful friends. How had Ginny managed to obtain an invitation, especially given what Delaney had told me about the girl having a boyfriend?
“What is this place?” Delaney asked as we approached the entrance.
“A social swingers club with one of the hottest dance floors in town.”
She threw me a look that could light a fire in the middle of an ice storm. “There are so many things I didn’t know about you and your lifestyle, and I want to learn.”
“You were far too young to hear about my level of debauchery. Unless your father told you what a wicked man I was deep down inside.”
“My father never said you were a swinger, although he did warn me to stay away from you.”
“Did he now?”
“Yes,” she purred. “However, I’m all grown up and can make up my own mind what’s good for me and what isn’t.”
“That much I know. And I’m not a swinger. I simply enjoy the aspect of taking control. I also enjoy watching carnal acts.”
“A true sadist and a voyeur, which is why you have the artwork you do.”
“That’s one reason.” I brushed my fingers down the length of her arm, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch.
“Why the liquor bottle?” Delaney asked as she peered down at the bag in my hand.
“They don’t sell alcohol, but they do have staff to help provide everything we need, including mixers.”
“Ah. A fetish club as well. Are whips, chains, and other filthy toys provided?”
“By request only. And how would you know so much about a fetish club?”
The streetlight accentuated the warm flush creeping along her already rosy cheeks. “I did a photoshoot once where I was a dominatrix. Don’t laugh. It was eye-opening.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, her embarrassment just another reminder she was far too vulnerable and innocent for a man like me. Yet I’d already soiled her. At least the club wasn’t hard core, merely a facility to negotiate offers between true swingers. That wasn’t my intention tonight. I’d meant what I’d said earlier.
No one was going to touch her but me.
How fascinating that my resolve had been tossed out the window. Or perhaps it had never been there at all. Resisting her seemed useless, especially since the primal beast inside of me was far too famished to stop now.
“I can definitely see you in leather with a whip in your hand, but you will never dominate me,belle poupée.”
“I never said I wanted to.”
“Good girl.” I scanned the street one last time. The one aspect about going into the private club was that I could keep myweapon with me. However, brandishing it wouldn’t happen unless absolutely necessary.
