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“A friend of a friend told me about a sex club, a kink club…” She accentuates the ‘k’s in the word kink and I grind my molarstogether. “... that is discreet. Thought maybe I could check it out without too much of a scandal.”

“It’s primal night,” I growl between clenched teeth.

“I know,” she grins back completely smug. This isn’t the little girl I watched grow up. This is a woman. A woman all grown up and knowing exactly what she wants. I’m not quite sure how to correlate the two. A woman who wants to explore her kinks. Her potential primal kink. I imagine her running down the dark halls, scared, men chasing her, and a growl reverberates through my chest.

She’s not going to give this up. What would Dec and Daniel have me do? As a customer, they would insist on giving her a tour but not letting her participate until she sees a primal night for herself. People can logically think they’re into a kink but change their minds when they see it in practice.

We honor everyone’s right to explore their kinkier side. I just can’t imagine Mel in a sexual way.

The lights go out, and I hear a few excited screams from the other side of my office door.

So, it’s begun.

“I will let you watch. From in here. For five minutes and then your ass it out the door,” I concede. My heart is hammering against my ribs.

Her building smile widens.

“You’re the best Hare-Bear,” she teases, and I grind my molars again. Fucking nicknames.

I click a few buttons to bring up the surveillance camera on my computer, and push back from my desk, turning the screen so she can watch.

The cameras have night vision to ensure we see everything, and there’s a security room with three observers that make sure everyone is safe and consentual.

Her eyes widen, framed by long, beautiful, almost unnatural lashes. She’s perfection personified. Imagining a random man hunting her down, hurting her, taking her hard and rough against the carpet has my heart racing. I can’t let that happen. Ever. But if we don’t let her in here she’ll go looking for it somewhere else. She’s always been a little spoiled and not used to being told ‘no’.

But watching her, watching the halls, is my own personal form of torture. She’s excited by what she sees. Her chest heaves, heavy breaths sawing in and out of her lungs. Her pupils are dilated. And she shifts her weight in her heels, her creamy thighs rubbing together.

Christ.

I break.

I stand gripping her by the elbow and throw open my door again. I check the hallway to make sure it’s empty before hauling her to the front door.

I shove her out of The Envelope.

“I don’t want to see you here again, Mel. Got it?”

She’s completely unfazed by my rude behavior. She straightens, wiping her hands down her dress.

“Whatever you say, Hare-Bear,” she replies flippantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder and walking away.

I walk back into the building, slamming the door so hard it rattles. It’s not dark in the foyer so members can check in and out as they come and go, so Cassidy’s wide, dark eyes stare at me in shock.

Nina isn’t so shocked.

I storm off, but not before I hear her ask, “Was that his niece?”

And Cassidy replies, “Step-niece.”