Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet 2)

“Don’t think so hard, you may convince yourself—”

“Show me. This stuff doesn’t intimidate me. I’ve heard you and my dad talk. I know what I’m in for.”

His brow perks up, his curious smile now deadly. “Have you now?” I’m in deep shit. There’s no way my face matches the words spewing from my mouth. My palms become sweaty, and I’ve since stopped breathing. My stomach knots, and I’m suddenly in fear of passing out.

“Hey now,” he reaches for me, “can’t have my student losing consciousness on me. Let’s get you a drink. I have a feeling you’ll need it.” Taking my hand, he tucks me close to his side as we walk through the club. I move closer to him, and his hand squeezes mine for comfort as he walks down an empty hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“To a more secluded part of the club. One where discretion is needed.”

I say no more as we enter a small elevator that takes us to the bottom floor. When we exit, we’re met by a man just as attractive as Gabriel.

“Gabe, how are you?” He shakes his hand, then eyes me.

“Splendid. Damien, this is Hazel, my guest for the evening.” Damien’s smile is telling. As if he already knows me. “I expect your impeccable discretion this evening.”

Damien gives me a once over, his eyes glimmering with humor. “As always. Enjoy your evening. Pleasure making your acquaintance, Hazel.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the elevator.

“Who was that guy?” I ask.

“Damien. He owns the club.”

“Why did he look at me like he knew me?”

Gabriel takes my hand and walks us down another hall. “Because he knows your father.”

That causes me to stumble. “Wait—my dad comes here?” My dad is into sex clubs? What the…?

“Ah, you already know too much.” He stops to face me. “I’ll warn you now, Hazel, there’s no turning back from this. Whatever you see, wherever this takes you—your father cannot know. You want this? After tonight, your loyalty is to me. Can you handle that?”

“I want this. I won’t say a word.”

He waits to see if I’ll change my mind. When I remain resolute, he nods and reaches for the knob on the door in front of us. My nerves spike as we walk into the room, even though I try to hide them. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s not this. A dark room, with nothing but a large sofa chair in the center facing what looks like a large stage. “What is this?”

“Wait and see.” He walks us to the chair and sits, bringing me onto his lap. I squeal at the unexpected move, and his large hands wrap around my waist. His breath is warm as it skates along my neck. “Relax, little bird. Tonight is just for your viewing pleasure.” I squirm in his lap, trying to get comfortable, but it’s almost impossible. Being this close to him is both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Dim lights begin to flicker, illuminating the room. I stiffen, and his fingers graze along my thighs as a faint glow glimmers from the stage. My eyes lock on the shimmery light, where two silhouettes are now forming. A man and a woman come into focus.

“What are they going to do?” I ask in a hushed voice.

Gabriel squeezes my thigh. “Patience,” he murmurs in my ear. My curiosity overrides my nervousness, and I find myself relaxing in Gabriel’s lap, waiting for what’s to come.

The couple glides to the center of the stage and comes into perfect view. An aura about them instantly captivates me. The woman is breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair is the color of gold and falls in beautiful silk waves down her back. She’s barely covered in provocative, white-laced lingerie that hugs each part of her body perfectly. A wave of insecurity swirls inside me at her beauty. Is this the type of woman Gabriel prefers?

Gabriel presses me closer to him, sensing my lack of confidence. “Relax, little bird.”

My chest exhales a deep breath, and I realign my focus on the man as he appears. He is dressed like Gabriel in an expensive and tailored suit, looking just as devastatingly handsome. His dark hair and strong jaw compliment his full lips and chiseled cheeks. He finally speaks, his voice low yet seductively demanding. He commands her to kneel, and my breath hitches as she obeys. Her head bows to the floor, and I’m mesmerized by her compliant form, my own body melting into Gabriel’s. My eyes are transfixed on the gentleman as he walks around her, dragging a feather along her flesh. A tingle begins to vibrate in my chest as he slowly trails the feather up the center of her chest, stopping to tease the edge of her clavicle. A shiver runs up my spine when he glides it along her slender shoulder blade. He brushes her perfectly positioned hair to the side, exposing her virtually bareback, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my cheek.