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"I am, but shit, that was a lot. There's no way anyone can remember all of that so I pray there's not going to be a pop quiz required prior to entry."

Tezni grinned. "I doubt it. They just have to do their part to make sure you were given all this. After that they're in the clear, but damn friend, this is really a lot. Consent and communication, safety protocols, risk aware consensual kink. Safe, sane, and consensual. Club rules and etiquette, confidentiality and privacy, terminology, mental and emotional health in BDSM. Damn girl, I'm tired just reading the titles of the training."

"I should make your ass go through those too since this is all your fault."

She smiled big as hell. "Stop complaining. After the first orgasm you have while strapped to a Saint Andrew's cross or bent over with your wrist cuffed to your ankles, you're going to thank me."

"If that even happens. After reading all of that, it might just be better for you to snitch to my father about the property and take an L on the membership."

"You're too stubborn for that."

"I know," I pouted.

"This is going to be good for you."

Orgasms provided by a fine ass man with no feelings attached? Yes please, but in a club and with a stranger? Not so much.

"That sounds like corporal punishment and since when did that become a good thing?"

Tezni closed my laptop and placed it on the coffee table. "Corporal punishment with happy endings though. Consider it a win because it’s definitely a good thing."

I rolled my eyes. "If you're so supportive then why don't you have a membership to one of these clubs? There are several here in the city."

"What makes you think I don't?" She arched her brow and I reared my head back.

"You don’t…" I didn’t know for sure so I just waited and her ass grinned.

"I don't spank and spill. Isn't that how the saying goes?"

"Bitch, it's kiss and tell; now answer the question, do you?"

"No, I don't but I've been to one a few times."

"When? And why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was my personal business and it was when I was dating Leron. He was into that shit."

"Wait, that's who you did the threesome with, right?"

She nodded and shoved her hand into the bowl of popcorn. "But please don't bring that up."

I grinned because Tezni had been mad as hell after it was over. She said threesomes in theory and on TV looked much more appealing than actually having one. Based on Tezni, there was nothing pretty about their performances and not nearly enough orgasms.

"Still too soon?" I flashed her a smile and she cut her eyes my way.

"Yes, hoe." She shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth and grabbed her glass off the coffee table and followed it with wine, talking through a mouthful. "So what's the game plan with Project Sexy Enemy?"

"What the hell is Project Sexy Enemy?" I lifted the ranch seasoning and refreshed the bowl before I grabbed a handful and followed it with another swig of wine.

"Christian Devereaux. He's sexy as hell but also your enemy."

I froze with my glass inches from my lips then lowered it slowly. "How do you know he's sexy?"

"Damn sure not because my friend told me. I had to do my own recon, and for the record, I thoroughly enjoyed every single minute of it." She over exaggeratedly slammed her thighs together.

"You care about my professional enemies?"

"Yes, because when you were telling me about him you had that tone."