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“Uh, I don’t know. I’ll be right there.”
A loud slam sounds. I draw in a breath and wait, tapping my foot. “Deck!” I say louder and smack the door.
The door swings open, and my husband is breathless as he stands leaning on the door frame. Smiling like a kid caught with his hands in a cookie jar, he says, “What are you doing here? I thought you went home.” He jams his hands through his damp hair, avoiding my glare.
“I went for lunch, D. What are you doing in here?” I look around him, then slip under his arm and enter his office. The small closet door is open, and I walk toward it.
“Juls. No!” he yells and grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him.
I yank free and cross my arms over my chest. Shaking my head from side to side, I draw in a breath, then let it out. “I can’t do this again. I’ll find someone who wants me.” I spin and leave his office.
When I arrive at the club, I’m already wearing the new mask I just purchased but not my outfit for the night. I drive to the private garage, flash my key card at the entrance, then go straight to the private dressing room I’d reserved on the lower level of the mansion. Tossing my bag onto the vanity, I press the call button for a drink before I change.
Having left the office right after catching Decklan, I found a costume, a bodysuit instead of a fringe dress that’s completely different from the last time I was here. I want fit in better with the theme of tonight, The Darkened City. Just as I start to get it out of my bag, a knock sounds, and I open the door.
“Good evening.” The towering young man standing before me wears a red bodysuit with a ‘K’ stitched in a black oval on his firm left pectoral. He extends the Manhattan I ordered to me. It’s one of my favorite mixed drinks. His black-and-yellow cape falls forward, and he whips it back over his broad shoulders.
My gaze falls to his bare muscular thighs. I move my eyes up, up, and up. Sighing before smiling at him and catching his hazel eyes, I say, “Thank you, K?” I point to the letter on his chest.
He smiles wide; his bright white teeth are perfect. “Kid, and you are?” He leans against the door frame, and I notice his six-pack abs. His bodysuit strains against his pecs.
Giggling for a beat, I return his gaze and say, “I’m Pussy Queen.” It’s a name I came up with for fun. I extend my hand to him, and he takes it in his.
Bringing it to his lips, he kisses my knuckles softly.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you, my queen.” He bows before me, still holding my hand. “Will I see you later?” he asks.
Fuck, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. “Of course, Kid. See you in a bit.” I touch his bicep and my heartbeat doubles. He’s beyond fit. My knees weaken, and I reach for the door as he turns to leave. I wave and smile.
He waves, walking away from me.
Standing in the doorway, staring after him, I gather myself and breathe deeply to calm my fluttering heart.
Closing the door, I take my drink and sit at the vanity table to put on my face for the evening.
I slip into the black latex body suit with silver braids along the seams. My mask is bejeweled black with long, shiny whiskers. I wear fake black contacts, stiletto black boots, and auburn extensions in my long blonde hair. I grasp the long black tail with my hand and whip it in the air.
I bring out the set of press-on nails from my bag and carefully place them on each finger. They’re pointy like claws and painted white with a crystal on each one. I’ll cut them before I leave the club, so I don’t leave a trace of the Pussy Queen outside of here.
I make my way to the elevator to take me to the main floor of Club Wonderland. When the doors slide open, I glance up, expecting an empty space.
Leaning against the back of the elevator is Kid. He curls his index finger at me, and my body ignites with a heat I’ve not felt in a long time.
Taking a few steps, I drop my gaze as I enter the elevator and stand in front of him. My heart races and my legs are jelly. I straighten my spine and gasp when his hands engulf my biceps, holding me still.
He tugs me to him gently. His arms swallow me as he drapes them around my body. His warm breath on my neck sends hot chills straight to my pussy. His lips graze my cheek, then rests against my ear. He whispers, “Be mine tonight.”
When the elevator door dings, and opens, Kid offers his arm to me. I slide my hand through and walk with him to the main room and over to the bar.
Glancing around the massive open area, I squeeze his triceps when my gaze catches a large letter on the high ceiling. Its design is quite fancy, and I can’t tell if it’s a V or a U. “What’s that for?” I ask, pointing upward.
He leans down and says, “It’s to let us know the Voyeur has arrived. He sits up there all night after he gets his first drink from the bar. He never comes back down, just sits and observes everything.” Kid waves to the Voyeur, and he gives Kid a quick nod.
A sensation travels through me, something about the Voyeur making me hot, but I shake it off. I’m focusing on Kid tonight. I wave up to him, and he waves back, then turns his attention to the opposite side of the room.
“Here, my queen.” Kid hands me another Manhattan and holds his arms out for me again.
I slide my free hand along his firm arm and follow him to a small room beside the bar.
