AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hey,” a stunning woman with white-blonde hair gets my attention. My eyes flick down from where I was staring at the club’s sign above the door down to her. She’s wearing a white dress shirt with a corset that goes around her waist, black leather pants, and a pair of black leather boots. Her lips are painted a bright red and they have a cigarette trapped between them. “You lost?”
I blink a few times before shaking my head. “Ah, no.” I shift from foot to foot. “I’m here for the party.”
She gives me a half smirk. “Then why are you out here? Having second thoughts?”
“No.” I shake my head, biting my lower lip. “I guess, I just need a minute to calm my nerves.”
She nods and steps closer, taking a drag of her cigarette. “No one is forcing you to go in. You can leave any time even after you step inside. But go in with an open mind. While I can’t guarantee that you don’t know anyone inside, there’s a high chance you will be going into one of the rooms with a complete stranger.”
She ashes her cigarette before taking another puff. “You have nothing to fear, we vet everyone we choose. This event is meant to get you out of your comfort zone, to try something new and exciting that you may not normally do and without any judgment.”
“That's why I’m here.” I smile at her.
“Then I think you're going to do just fine. I’m Claire, by the way, one of the owners. Don’t be shy, just come see me if you need anything. Although if you can’t find me, most of our staff can answer most of your questions.”
“Thank you.” She nods, gives me a wink, and turns around. As she heads back inside, she snuffs her cigarette out and discards it in the trash.
Alright, Scarlett. Time to have a night to remember.
I’ve been here for a half hour. My nerves have finally started to settle, but I think that may be due to the few glasses of wine I’ve had.
Some people have come up to me, trying to make small talk, and I’ve enjoyed every moment of it. I’ve laughed and smiled so much that I’m genuinely feeling a lot better about tonight.
Waitresses have been making rounds, offering hors d'oeuvres and drinks, but I don’t think eating anything right now would be a good idea.
When the waitress offers to take my empty glass, I hand it to her, refusing another. I want to feel good, not get drunk.
Nervously, I run my hands down my black Gucci dress and look around the room, focusing on the men. Some are tall and lean, others are bigger built. Most look to be in their late twenties to early thirties, but there are some older gentlemen too. The one thing they have in common is they’re all strikingly handsome.
I wonder who I’ll end up with tonight? What will we do? Will he be alright with the fact that I’m a virgin? Or will it ruin the night?
The site didn’t say anything about not allowing virgins. So, I guess if they’re here, they need to be open minded.
My breath catches as one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen approaches me. He’s got a sexy, welcoming smile playing on his lips.
My heart races, and I wipe my hands on my dress when they grow a little sweaty.
“Hello, beautiful.” His voice is deep and smooth. I bite my lower lip as I take a second to admire him. He’s tall, dressed in a black suit with a red tie. He has jet black hair slicked back and a nicely trimmed beard. Italian for sure, no doubt in my mind about that.
“Hi,” I blush, my voice soft.
“And what might your name be?”
“Scarlett. You?”
“I’m Alistair, and this grumpy man behind me is Emerson,” he chuckles.
My eyes flick up to the man behind Alistair. I didn’t even notice him until now. How the hell did I miss him? This man screams power and trouble. My belly swoops and my body heats.
“Hi, Emerson.” He’s tall like Alistair, but his arms are thicker. He has black hair too, but it’s shaved around the edges and has longer curly hair on top.
While Alistair has a bright presence and a smile on his face, Emerson is wearing a scowl and oozes danger.
He stares at me a moment before giving me a firm nod and grunts, “Hello.”
“Don’t mind him. He might look like he wants to murder everyone, but I promise you, he won't.”
“I might,” Emerson grumbles, making Alistair laugh.
