Don't Tell (Don't 1)

One corner of his lips turned up. “Mademoiselle, it is a high honor to be invited. However, you and your friend must complete a brief interview.”

“Interview?” I looked between them. What was this?

“Yes. Yes, we’ll do it.”

He retrieved a slip of paper from his jacket and placed it on the table. “The instructions are listed. Good luck.”

He nodded and strolled toward the flower shop. The florist watered a basket of sunflowers out front.

“Brooklyn, what in the hell was that about?”

She flipped the card over. “Holy shit, Molly. We just got two tickets into The Titan.”

“The what?”

“I thought it was real, but I never was sure until now. But, of my God. It’s real. It’s real. And we’re going.”

“You’re going to have to give me some information. Some weird random guy stops by and we’re suddenly going to a club I’ve never heard of?”

She read the details on the card. “Ok. We have about two hours before we need to be there. It looks like the interview might take a few hours.”

“What interview?”

She finished her espresso. “Haven’t you ever had one of those fantasies where you thought if you could just meet Harry Chadsworth or run into Michael Stone even if it was only one night you’d do it? You’d hook up? You’d dance? You’d do whatever he wanted right?”

I laughed. “They are Hollywood actors and I doubt they are in Freychon right now. Besides isn’t Harry engaged?” I was way out of pop culture at this point in my dissertation.

“Forget Harry. He’s just an example. But I heard about The Titan. It’s where that can happen.”

“Where what can happen?” I eyed her.

“Where you can have your famous fantasy.”

“That’s absurd. They are fantasies for a reason. They aren’t obtainable.”

She shook her head. “No. There’s a club. It’s here. It’s in Freychon. And for one night we get one of those fantasies.”

“What are you saying?”

She leaned across the table. “I’m saying if you want to fuck the prince or the guy on the cover of GQ, tonight is your chance.”

“No way.” I continued to shake my head, not believing a word she said.

“It’s one night. No strings attached. The ultimate fantasy. This is life-changing, Molly.”

I folded my arms. “It’s insane.”

She looked over her shoulder, but the suited man was long gone by now. “He chose us. We might not pass the interview. But if we don’t go, we won’t know.”

“Why would I even consider something like this?”

“Come on, it’s been on my Galona bucket list ever since I heard about it. I just didn’t know if it was real. You have to do it with me. Think of the memory this night will give you. For the rest of your life you’ll be able to say you slept with a billionaire. And you got every fantasy you ever wanted. They have the money to make it happen. You’ll never see him again. He’ll never see you. Just a night of off the charts sex with an A-list celebrity. Doesn’t that interest you just a little bit?” She pinched her fingers together.

“No one would ever know?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

I twisted my lips together. “And we might not even make it through the interview process?”