Trixsters Anonymous

Kelly takes out a few hundred dollars and slips them into our waitress’s hand. “We’re going down below. You’re done with us for the night.”

Her eyes light up, earlier mood vanishing as she thanks us and leaves.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah, but we have a quick stop to make on the way out. Ask Ross to pick us up at the back entrance,” I inform him on our way downstairs.

“Where are we going?”

Like it or not, I realize my hands are tied when it comes to getting Emi and Maren out of here. Kelly’s going to be involved. “We’re going to our private room.”

He slices his eyes to me, catching on. “Emi?”

“I’ll try to save the fireworks for later, but get ready.”

Chapter 20

Emi

“What’s the worst that can happen? Are we going to jail?” I whisper to Maren, scared someone is listening.

“I don’t know,” Maren answers me just as lowly.

“We really should have thought this through better.”

“How were we supposed to know it was a sex club? Stick to our story. Our credentials are flawless. There’s no way anyone here knows who we are or why we’re here.” She starts to pace in a circle.

I check my watch and try to stop my knees from shaking. It’s been forty-five minutes since we were escorted to this room and locked in. Maren and I kept quiet when the bartender asked us to follow him. We recognized him, but he gave no indication of recognizing us. The only thing he said before leaving was, “Mr. Miles will be here shortly.”

Neither Maren nor I know a Mr. Miles.

This was supposed to be easy. Bailey sent us a message that Justin was going out tonight with the guys. Maren and I knew there was a good chance that he was lying. With the information we gathered on Wednesday night, she was able to somehow hack into the ‘Suite’ system and get us on the invitation list.

Well, technically, she got Carrie and Miranda on the list, and made us corresponding IDs to match. We knew our instincts were right when Justin’s GPS tracker showed him driving into the parking lot. He came in alone and sat at the bar, having a few drinks before a woman approached him. He greeted her as if they knew each other and then followed her to the other side of the dance floor.

That’s when the two men closed in on Maren and me, offering to buy us a drink and take us to the viewing. I thought viewing meant some sort of strip show. Maybe Justin was actually meeting his friends for a few lap dances.

What a dumbass. Maren and I realized our mistake when we walked into the room. Justin and the woman from the bar were just getting started, and we had no choice but to watch the two men demonstrate what they referred t

o as an exhibition in women’s pleasure.

Justin didn’t have sex with his partner, but I can’t imagine Bailey is aware of his secret.

My head jerks at the sound of the door unlocking. Maren’s at my side gripping my elbow in less than a second.

All the air leaves my lungs when Walker steps into the room, followed by another man.

His face is stone cold, his jaw ticking, and a fire scorches in his eyes. He stays planted across the room, pinning me with his glare.

“Holy fucking shit,” Maren mumbles, squeezing harder.

My vision grows blurry, my heart thundering in my chest so loud, I’m sure he can hear it. Then my stomach does a dive, and I can’t hold back the shockwave that runs through me.

The way he’s staring tells me he knows exactly who I am. He’s not fooled by my disguise.

What’s he doing here?

“Don’t,” he barks, sending a chill up my spine.