Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

Because I was still standing beside the door, awestruck. I shuffled forward like a big lug, and the door swung closed behind me with a thump.

Like the hallway, the walls and ceiling were black, but in here there was a pattern to it. A closer look revealed it wasn’t wallpaper, but textured tiles. Soundproofing?

“Don’t be shy,” the woman said. Her smile was warm, but her piercing stare evaluated me, and I glanced down for a moment to make sure I wasn’t as naked as the girl bound to the table.

There’d been so much competing for my focus when I first walked in, I hadn’t noticed the menu hanging on the wall. There it was—all the items the girl on the table was willing to perform if I was willing to buy a night with her. Heat poured down my spine and rushed uncomfortably south of my belt as I read the list.

It took a while because the list was long.

I wanted to do e

very filthy thing on it. Mark them off like I was completing a dirty, erotic scavenger hunt.

The sales assistant floated toward the center of the room, her heels clicking quietly across the floor. “I hear it’s your first visit.” She set her hands on the edge of the table and subtly leaned forward. Everything from her body language, her proximity to the gorgeous naked girl, and her tone was pure seduction. “What do you think of our place so far?”

I was thinking I was woefully underprepared for the evening but did my best to sound unaffected. “It’s nice.”

She smirked. “Hmm. Nice? I think we can do better than that.” Her head tipped down, and as she looked at the girl in front of her, her expression filled with desire. If it was an act, then bloody hell, she was amazing. It looked very real. It even felt real. Sex hung in the air, so thick it was all I could breathe in.

“Would you like a taste?” she said.

I dry swallowed. “What does that mean?”

She set her hand on the girl’s thigh, and as she smoothed her palm up toward the girl’s bare pussy, it squeezed air from lungs. Was she going to—

Yeah, she was. Fuck.

My eyes went wide, and I probably looked ridiculous. The redhead watched me the entire time she strummed her fingers between the blonde’s legs and pulled a soft moan from her. My knees softened, but my dick had a very different reaction.

“Just so you’re aware,” she drew her fingers away and sauntered toward me, “you’re not allowed to touch me. But I,” she lifted her two damp fingers and pressed them to my lips, “can touch you.”

The visual of her teasing the girl had been hot, but when her fingers slid into my mouth, I knew I was in serious trouble. The taste and smell invaded my senses, drugging me, and I closed my lips around her fingers like a starved man, so I’d get every last trace.

The sales assistant was diabolical, and her wicked smile said she knew it. Her fingers withdrew slowly, leaving a wet trail across my lips. She stepped back, her gaze flitting down to check the situation in my pants, then rising victoriously to meet mine.

“Looks like we’re getting upgraded from ‘nice.’” She strolled back to the table and leaned against it, casually folding her arms over her chest. It was a power move, one hundred percent. “You’re a big guy. I don’t know a lot about football, but you’ve got the build for it. What position did you play?”

Lust buzzed in my brain and fogged my thoughts, putting me on auto-response. “Prop.”

Shit. As soon as it was out, I wanted it back.

Confusion darted through her eyes, then vanished. Even if what she’d said was true, it was clear she knew that wasn’t a football position.

I needed to change my plan. The goal had been to get as much info as possible, but now I needed to focus on surviving this room and the smart sales assistant.

I motioned toward the silent blonde. “Is she not allowed to talk?”

“She’ll do whatever you want, sir, after we’ve reached an agreement.” The redhead straightened, and her demeanor changed to all-business. “Eight thousand.”

I flinched. Fuck, that was a lot of money. It came from me with an edge of horror. “No.”

Even if I had that kind of disposable cash, I wasn’t going to use it. When I had sex, the girl needed to be just as into me as I was her. Fun for everyone involved.

I’d swear the sales assistant could see right through me. Her head tilted a fraction of a degree, and her tone was flat. “Four.”

“No.” I put my hands up and took a step back. I’d seen the paperwork, talked to the owner, been inside the club, even started the negotiations to purchase. I had more than enough to start writing my exposé. . . right? “I made a mistake. I should go.”

Alarm visibly coasted through her as she stiffened. “Just wait a minute. Talk to me. What’s the issue?” She ran her hands down the sides of her skirt as if readjusting. She was probably searching for a new angle. “I know it’s not the girl. You like her. You’ve barely looked anywhere else.”