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It furthers his reasoning behind choosing those stir sticks, honestly.
“Like I said out on the main floor, the Upper Tier is invite-only. There are rules to thecluband how it works,” he says, easing into this conversation gently, by the sound of it. “Not everyone off the street can join. And because there’s no money involved, people can’t buy their way in, even if they find out about it.”
“If there’s no money in it, why do it?” I ask, trying to understand the motivations of a nightclub that also operates as a hidden sex club.
His eyebrows tug in as he considers his words. “Honestly, no one really knows except for the owner. We just follow his rules and keep things above board.”
“Hmmm.” My head’s spinning and I almost forgot about his hand on my knee until he pulls it back.
“Are you okay?” he asks, watching me closely. “You know, with all of this so far?”
“I mean, I can’t say I was expecting this—” I begin.
Understatement of the year, Lily.
He huffs quietly. “I doubt many would.”
I snicker in agreement. “So, if people can’t buy their way in, how do they get an invite?”
“That’s above my pay grade,” he responds, leaning back. “We just know that everyone in the Upper Tier has been recently cheated on by their partner. From what I understand, the club is a way to …get over it,I guess?”
“Have you—” I say before I can stop myself.
His eyes widen, but he finishes my thought. “Been involved in the Upper Tier?”
I nod.
“No. I didn’t even know about it until I’d been manager for two months,” he says, laughing under his breath.
“Wow,” I whisper, dropping my gaze to the floor.
“I know this is a lot to take in. But I needed you to understand the dynamics before I give you the assignment.” He reaches out, hooking his index finger under my chin and lifting it so I have to look at him.
I inhale, letting my lungs fill up so fully that my shoulders rise and fall. “Tell me about the event.”
He shifts in his chair, clearly uncomfortable. “From what I understand, Noah—the owner—wants us to create some sort of dinner for the Upper Tier. There are a few of them who haven’t utilized the services their invite offers and he thinks by creating something different, he might be able to get them”—he narrows his eyes—“excited.”
“So, this needs to be like a what? A sex party with food?” I ask, my voice coming out an octave higher than necessary.
“He didn’t really specify. I think he’s leaving it up to us to design the event. The only thing he wants for sure is some element of food.”
“H—how many people are in the Upper Tier?” I ask, surprised I’m able to even come up with intelligent questions when my mind is still reeling.
“They always come in pairs so no one is singled out. Right now, there are twenty-two people,” he answers.
That’s easy math. “One couple for each VIP room.”
A grin plays at the left side of his lips. “Not exactly.”
I narrow my eyes.
“So, one of the rules of the club is that you only getone nightwith one of the other participants. Ormultipleparticipants,” he shoots me a pointed look.
I blink at him confused. But the longer I stare, the more obvious his statement becomes.
“Oh,” I blurt out.
He nods, then chuckles, lightening the mood. “There’s a lot of that in the Upper Tier.”
