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He stalks toward me. “In my office.”
I peer up as he stands so close to me, his legs rub against mine. “Where are we going?”
“A private club.” He runs his fingertips over the hem of my short dress and I’m instantly breathless. “I’ve never taken a girl there before.”
“Oh? What makes me so special?”
“You’ll see.”
I do see the moment we step out of the elevator into the lavish foyer on the fifth floor, and through the set of red velvet tufted doors of Club Voyeur. While it’s posh and obviously caters to a wealthy clientele —with its plush red chairs, marble tables full of expensive wines and tiny plates loaded with caviar and crystal chandeliers hanging at intervals—it’s the performances happening on the three stages that explain why Gavin would bring me here.
“It’s a sex club,” I state the obvious.
“Not just any sex club, Andie. Come on.” He takes my hand and escorts me through the crowd of finely dressed men and women, all enjoying the shows.
Tucked far back and center, in the dimmest part of the room is an elevated private booth. Gavin helps me slide into the leather seat before he moves next to me.
Even though we’re cloaked in obscurity, from this vantage point the entire club is visible. The exits, tables, and the halls that lead to the bathrooms and kitchen.
On the small platform to our right, two beautiful women on a red camelback couch are kissing as they caress each other’s breasts lovingly. On the one to our left, a man on his feet is receiving oral pleasure from a redhead. And on the larger stage up front, two men are having passionate sex in missionary position on a four-poster bed.
As for the guests, they’re eating and drinking merrily as if this is any other dinner and a show kind of place.
“I guess this is what people with too much money like.”
Gavin chuckles and I realize I spoke out loud. “When you have everything at your fingertips, it’s easy to get bored. If they didn’t, I wouldn’t be in business.”
“Bored,” I laugh sarcastically. “Rich people problems.”
“Tonight you’re one of those rich people, Andie.” He makes a motion with his hand, and suddenly a young woman is standing in front of us with a bottle of red in her hand. “Stella.”
“Mr. Alexander. Will it be your usual tonight?” she asks as she pours a glass for me first, then for him.
“Bring us the menus, please. I’m not sure what my date would enjoy.”
Out of all the men I’ve ever dated, he’s the first one to let me choose my meal. But even with that, I don’t take it to mean anything more than he’s a gentleman. He did bring me here, after all, and let me know I’m the only one. Why is that? Is it because he’s not afraid of what I’d think since I won’t be around long anyway? Or does he see me as one of the girls on those platforms?
He hands me my glass and I accept it absentmindedly, my eyes still affixed to the main stage. When I set the glass down, I ask, “Are they prostitutes?”
“Would it be wrong if they were?”
My gaze snaps to his. He’s looking at me with a quizzical expression, and I suddenly wonder if it does matter what I think.
“I would never judge someone’s choice of profession.”
Something in him relaxes visibly. “Good, because we’ll be spending a lot of time here.”
“We will?”
“It’s my business, Andie. I’m expected to show up.”
“And me?”
“And you…” His gaze drops from my eyes to my lips, then farther down. “You make this place less boring.”
“Ah. You definitely have problems if I’m more entertaining than this.”
“You have no idea.” He chuckles again and I can’t help but smile. Then he points to the stage. “We call them the cast.”
