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A hand wraps around my arm, causing me to immediately turn and smack the face of the last person I would ever want to. Tristan.
His eyes blaze with something. Fury? Lust? I can’t tell. “Oh. Rae, baby, I’m going to assume you didn’t mean to do that, but now I have an urge to throw you over my knee and pay it back ten-fold. Make that tight little ass of yours nice and red.”
My body quivers at his words. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks as his eyes bore into me. Yeah, I shamelessly want to bethrown over his knee with the promise of that. Why does that make me so hot and turned on? I shouldn’t want that, should I?
Fuck. I need to revisit this later.
“What are you doing, Raelyn?” Asher yells over the music, approaching us through the crowd.
“My friend! She went through there!”
“The girl who was with you at the bar?” Tristan asks.
I nod. “Yeah, so let me just go through there and see her.”
Tristan looks at the guys, and they have some kind of silent conversation with themselves.
Then Tristan turns back toward me. “No.”
I yank my arm out of his grip. “No? Fuck you. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” I turn and head back toward the door. Again, Tristan yanks me back to him.
“That’s two,” Tristan says.
“Huh, you can count. Congrats. Let me go!” I yank away from him again. “What’s behind there? What is it that you don’t want me to see? Is Ronnie in some kind of trouble?”
Drew steps up to me. “Rae, I need you to listen. Behind those doors… it’s not nice. It’s not dangerous, but it’s not a good place for you.”
I put my face closer to his. “I am a grown ass woman. I have been through hell. Who the fuck are you to tell me what is best for me?” I challenge.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. And you know that.” He bites his lip. “It’s very sexual back there.”
I let out a laugh. “What? This club has a secret sex dungeon behind those doors?”
The guys fall silent. And it’s then that I know I hit the nail on the head.
“She’s in a sex club?” My head whips back from them to the door and back to the guys. “I need to get to her! Now! So youeither come with me or fuck right the fuck off! What’s it gonna be?”
“Let’s go,” Tristan grunts as he tilts his head toward the door. “Stay close to us.” I can see him grinding his teeth with the way his jaw is moving. He is not happy at all. “Oh, and that’s three.”
I start to retort to his idiot counting, but I’m interrupted by the security guard saying his name.
“Mr. Evans. Nice to see you again. Would you like your usual room? I can call down there for you,” a bulky man dressed in an all-black suit with an earpiece in his ear asks Tristan.
“No. We will just be enjoying the festivities,” Tristan responds.
What festivities?
The security guard says a few other things to him that I can’t hear, but he nods to Tristan after whatever Tristan tells him, then lets us past the doors.
Once we cross the threshold, it’s an entirely different feeling. We enter a hall that is very clinical, very sterile looking. The lights are dim, but the walls are all white and bare. At the end of the short hallway is an elevator.
The guys surround me, with Tristan and Asher next to me and Kayce and Drew behind me. The doors slowly open to the elevator, and we all pile in.
“Um, what are the festivities?” I cautiously ask as the elevator starts going down.
Kayce offers me a sly smile. “Oh, you’re about to find out. I think you will be pleasantly surprised. It’s pretty… engaging.”
I frown at his non-response. That doesn’t answer my question at all. I look at Drew, who just offers me a shrug and a smile. They all have been here before and know what I am walking into.