“Is this the part where you start giving me all kinds of explicit details of your night whether I want to hear them or not?”
“No. I didn’t actually give her an answer yet.”
“Oh yeah?” Cree raises his eyebrows. “What does she want you to do?”
“Well, I guess she’s having a big party of some sort. She says it’s something she does every year for her and a bunch of her friends. Most of them don’t come to Power Exchange, but they’re still into kink.”
“I think I knew she was in other clubs. Does she host a lot of kinkster parties?”
“Yeah, I think so. But the one she told me about...I think it’s the biggest. They rent out one of the convention halls at a hotel downtown. She’s expecting a couple hundred people.”
“I’m guessing she asked you to be her date, right?”
“Not...exactly.” I rub my hands together as I glance around the room, looking to see if anyone I know might be listening in. “She asked me...”
I can’t seem to finish the sentence, and I’m not even sure why. It’s not like I’m worried about Cree’s judgment—he’s nearly as open as I am—but I’m clearly hesitant about something. Maybe I should just say no.
I don’t want to say no.
My heart starts to pound again. The fact is, the whole idea scares the shit out of me, and that, in and of itself, is a major turn-on. If I don’t say yes, I may never get the same opportunity again.
“I swear, Ivan, I’ve never seen you like this before.” Cree grips my arm again. “Can you just spit it out already?”
I lick my lips, take a deep breath, and say it.
“She asked me to be the party favor.”
~~End Book 2~~