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I sank into the chair and placed the box on top of my schoolbooks. Opening the little drawer, I rifled through pens, scissors, paperclips, and Post-it Notes in search for the letter opener. Paper cuts were straight from the devil, and I refused to get any more than necessary. I’d already paid my dues with pain.
Slicing the top of the envelope open, I removed a white card.
Dear Phoebe,
You’ve been chosen to attend the Black Widow Secret Society meeting. Only a select few are invited, so don’t throw away your opportunity. Log onto the website below for details and instructions.
“What the hell? How could I be important enough to be selected?” I flipped the card over and grimaced. A large black widow spider covered the back of it.
I tossed the invitation on the desk and shed my wet jacket, hanging it on the back of my chair to dry. Wiping my damp hands on my black hoodie, I sat down and opened my MacBook. Once I typed out the website, I sat back and watched as a spider skittered across the screen. A bright red dot on its back said “enter” and I clicked it.
A man dressed in a black cloak and skull mask appeared. “Hello, Phoebe,” a disguised voice said. “Thank you for joining me. I’m sure that you have a lot of questions, but I’ll address the benefits of you joining the society first. Incentives include spa days, where you will be pampered, waxed, shaved, plucked, massaged, and taken care of, and a safe place to live out your darkest fantasies and kinkier side of your sexual appetite anonymously and safely. Girls only dream of such luxuries, but I’m going to make it all a reality for you.”
I sunk my teeth into my lower lip and continued to listen.Damn, all of that sounded like heaven. Since I loved books more than people in general and didn’t enjoy trying to find a random hookup, the offer was a sweet deal. I couldn’t afford a spa day, either, so being pampered and fucked senseless sounded amazing.
“The address, date, and time will scroll across the bottom of your screen. Be sure to write it down because in twenty seconds, the information will disappear.”
I grabbed a pen and grocery receipt, ready to jot the information down.
“One more thing. No panties are allowed.”
Shocked, my pen slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. I scooped it up in a hurry, still needing to write the rest of the address before it disappeared. After I was successful, the screen pixelated then faded away.
“What the hell, no panties?” I blew out a sigh and realized the invitation was for tonight. “Dammit!” I glanced at my watch and pressed my mouth into a thin line. I had five hours to decide. I could chew on it while I took a shower and pulled myself together. Something inside me told me if I did go, yoga pants and a hoodie wasn’t the right attire.
A tingle of excitement skated over my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
Another problem I needed to consider, I had to figure out how to get past Teagan and the girls. The information had mentioned a skirt or dress, which I didn’t wear often and would pique their interest along with triggering a million questions. Of all nights, this was when the weather had to be crappy, too. The wind would have my skirt above my head if I weren’t careful. Forget that my kitty cat would be cold. Maybe I would wear my thong then shove it in my purse before I left the car. If I accepted the invitation. My mind whirled back and forth with the what-ifs, but my curiosity was most likely going to win.
* * *
From the safety of my Audi R8, I peered through the ink-black night at a building located in the industrial area. The rain and wind had chilled the fuck out, thank God.The girls were in their rooms studying, so it was easy to sneak past them.
My tummy flip-flopped with fear and curiosity. It was a dangerous mix and had landed me in trouble more than once.
I collected my handbag and climbed out of the car. My thong was tucked into the zippered pocket of my purse and out of sight. While I drove to the address mentioned on the website, ideas wracked my brain about the no panties event. Was it wrong that I hoped to get fucked ten ways to heaven? I needed it, and I’d rather hook up with some dude in a skull mask than have to commit to anyone on campus. I couldn’t afford to get attached to someone. Neither could they.
Before I climbed out of my car, I scribbled a note and shoved it in the glove box in case tonight went south and my body was found. At least people would know about the invitation and society.
Loose gravel crunched beneath my high-heeled shoes as I hurried to the entrance. Following the instructions I was given earlier, I pressed a white button on a black box near the glass door. A buzz sounded right before the lock clicked open. Thrilled to be feeling something other than numbness, my hand hesitated before I grabbed the handle and pulled open the door. A long, dark hallway waited for me. My instincts told me to get the hell out of there, but I ignored it and began to walk slowly. After all, I’d lived through so much worse than an eerie dude in a skull mask and a fucking spider invitation. So. Much. Worse.
The air shifted around me, and I attempted to spin around but was stopped in my tracks.
“Hello, Phoebe,” the voice said from behind me before a rag was slipped over my nose and mouth, and my world turned black.
ChapterFour
Jagger
“You ready, man?” Quinn asked as he collected a cloak and his skull mask from the closet. Apparently, the masks were equipped with voice disguisers, which was badass. Since several of us were trying to play pro ball, we didn’t need any blowback for the crap that went down behind closed doors.
When I first drove up, I thought it was an old-school building. Per the instructions, I parked in the back and entered through the grey steel door. The hall was dark and creepy as hell, and I was grateful I had an idea of what I was getting myself into.
I entered the designated room and spotted a few tables and chairs scattered around. An old desk was nudged into one of the corners next to a filing cabinet. A few guys had their backs to me, but I would know them in a fucking lineup with hoods on their heads.
I approached my friends, grinning. “Hell, yeah. I have no idea who is behind the society, but I’m ready to find out.”
“Same,” Anderson chimed in from beside me.
