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“Stop scowling,” Adalyn chastised. “Tonight is Operation Forget Pierce, right?”
She knew all about Pierce and my pining obsession and how badly taking his class had backfired. I’d told Pierce that no one in the course knew about him. What I hadn’t mentioned was how much I’d told Adalyn about him.
She was one of my closest friends at Mason U.
Naturally, she knew about my childhood crush.
And how I’d enrolled in his course with the hopes of proving myself to him.
What a great plan that was, I muttered to myself.
“Hey!” Adalyn snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Jen.”
I blinked at her.
“Operation Forget the Douche,” she said slowly. “Remember?”
“Yeah.” I shook my head trying to clear it. “Forget the Douche.”
“Exactly.” She grinned. “Now put on your mask unless you want to be mistaken for a Domme.”
My nose scrunched. The notion of making a male submit to me didn’t really appeal.
Except for maybe—
No. Not thinking about him again.
And even if I was, the notion of him submitting was laughable.
Logan Pierce did not seem like—
Stop.
I cleared my throat and donned my mask, deciding that tonight was about being Jen. Jen didn’t have a crush on anyone. Jen just wanted to have fun. Jen was curious about this world of submission and wanted to learn more. Jen needed some orgasms.
“That’s my girl,” Adalyn murmured, sliding on her own mask. “Let’s explore.”
Chapter Six
JENICA
Lockers.
That was how Adalyn had changed after going to the bar with me.
She showed me the women’s area first, explaining that it was reserved for club members but that I could use certain parts of it tonight. Such as the bathrooms and shower areas, but the locker room had a guard in front of it checking memberships.
Wealth and opulence defined the area, giving the club—which I now knew was called Ecstasy—an expensive appeal.
“How did you get a membership here, again?” I asked Adalyn in a whisper as she led me down a hallway framed by red velvet and golden adornments.
“A friend,” she replied vaguely.
“A friend,” I repeated.
She nodded. “A family friend.”
In other words, it was from her background, which I knew was rooted in the elite world. My family came from modest means, our home large enough for a family of five, but cozy and in need of some standard repairs.
