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She gave me a worried look, her eyes darting between me and the guard. “Maybe I should come with you…?”
“I assure you, Ms. Tawny,” the guard said in a professional, soothing voice while he gave her a charming smile, “no harm will come to Ms. Isabella. In fact, Mr. Skyler threatened to nail my balls to the wall if she so much as stubs a toe on her way to his office.”
Shyla studied me in the golden light from the overhead wrought iron chandeliers. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’m fine,” I said in a squeaky voice that had me clearing my throat. “I’m positive it’s just some paperwork he wants to go over. No biggie.”
Shyla’s lips twitched, and she made a visible effort not to laugh as she said, “You, looking like that? That perfect little ass of yours in those painted-on booty shorts? Oh yeah, I’m sure paperwork is what he has in mind.”
“Shut up,” I muttered before turning to the guard watching us with laughing eyes. “If you’ll please lead the way?”
“I’ll see you inside,” Tawny yelled at my back, “you can thank me again later for that Brazilian.”
The man escorting me made a choking sound, and I shot him a glare as we went through the large, dark wood and brass framed doors. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Oh, trust me,” the man said in a dry voice, “No one needs to encourage Ms. Tawny to get in trouble. She’s a force of nature.”
“That she is,” I agreed as my mind went from our conversation to the big, glittering, amazing two-story foyer where we found ourselves. “Wow.”
Giving me a gentle push in the small of my back as I took in the giant granite pillars and gray and white marble floors, the guard said, “I can give you the full tour later. Mr. Skyler is waiting for you, and he’s rather impatient for your arrival.”
“Really?” I asked, glad he couldn’t see my blush behind my mask.
He grinned at me, a merry smile that made me relax. “Yes. He even took the night off to show you around. Mr. Skyler never does that.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say as he took me down a lush, carpeted hallway with cream walls and spotlights highlighting some gorgeous works of erotic art. If it wasn’t for the people dressed in a variety of BDSM gear and fetish wear that we’d walked by in the foyer, it would almost feel like I was in an expensive museum. We passed a large bronze statue of a woman in a frilly dress being paddled by a smiling man, and I mentally amended the expensive museum feel too expensive, kinky museum.
“That’s some statue,” I said as I paused for a second to admire it before catching up with the guard.
“We have one of the best collections of erotic art on the West Coast,” the guard said with pride clear in his tone.
We passed what looked like a jade dildo in a glass display case as I said, “It’s like a museum, kind of.”
He nodded, pride ringing in his voice as he said, “In many ways, Club Wicked is a museum. While some of the furnishing and things like plumbing and electrical have been upgraded, the core of the house remains as it was the day Master Raul built it. And, in addition to our art collection, we have an impressive library filled with antique erotic art and literature from all around the world. There are even some scrolls rumored to have come from an ancient brothel in Rome. We have a special section of the library sequestered away from the rest of the club where scholars can visit and study the books in a protected room. If you’re interested, I’m sure Mr. Skyler can show you during your tour.”
I smiled at him, my imagination already running away with me as I tried to picture what kind of treasures were hidden away in the stacks. “That would be wonderful.”
“Here we are,” my escort said with a smile. In a much lower voice, he added, “Can’t wait to see the boss when he gets a load of you.”
A moment later, the door slid open, revealing a masked man in a well-cut black suit I knew was Tyler. He stood with his feet spread and his arms behind his back, a dominant and commanding stance that made my heart beat faster. My skin prickled with awareness as we stared at each other, an instant sexual energy charging the air. A low fire burned in the green and gold marble hearth to his right, highlighting half his masked face and leaving the other in shifting shadows. The far wall had a large, sleek wood desk before it, and to the left and the right of the fireplace stood floor to ceiling bookshelves crammed with books and odds and ends.
