back for a moment, studying his face, trying to determine if he was serious or not. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Do you trust me, Caroline?”
This wasn’t the first time he had asked that question. The first, however, had been superficial, just a way to experience a bit of fun from a weekend fling. Now it seemed different, deeper. His statement about different rumors suddenly made a lot of sense.
“There is a club called Perversions,” he continued, as if she hadn’t hesitated. “It caters to eclectic tastes, of erotica.”
“Do you go there often?”
“I own a membership.”
“A membership?”
“It’s not the type of club that is available to everyone … only to a certain type of clientele,” he said in a dry tone.
“I take it a rich clientele.”
He nodded. “That is one requirement.”
Caroline sat up straight, her mind racing. “What exactly do they have at Perversions?”
“Doesn’t the name say it all?” he asked with a smirk.
“It could be a misnomer,” she reasoned. “Like the funny bone. Or Greenland.”
He laughed. “I’m amazed at how you managed to mention Greenland in a discussion about sex,” he said, shaking his head.
“The question that comes to mind is, how do you find a club called Perversions?”
He shrugged. “I’ve never been embarrassed about what turns me on.”
“So you pay to have sex.”
He held up a finger. “That’s not what I said. I don’t have sex at Perversions. But I do like to watch. Occasionally. And some clients of Troublemakers have, shall we say, sundry tastes.”
“Oh.” She scrunched up her nose and shuddered. “For some reason, that gave me a mental picture of Aldy that I really did not need in my brain.”
Wren grabbed her hand and rubbed the palm with the pad of his thumb. “Want to explore something different?”
Caroline studied his slate grey eyes, seeing the challenge he presented to her. He’d asked if she trusted him, but what he really meant was if she was strong enough to accept a different side of herself. He’d already blindfolded her and had sex in public with her, but did she really want to face what really turned her on? Life with Greg had been simplistic and sex had followed the logistics of that life. Now, finally free of that marriage, did she have enough courage to confront all of her fantasies?
“Yes,” she said, so softly that he leaned closer to hear what she said.
Chapter Eight
The taxi dropped them in front of a tall skyscraper, a building of glass and steel that must sparkle in the sunlight. Caroline cranked her head back to look all the way up.
“Perversions is here?” she asked doubtfully.
“What were you expecting?”
“Someplace really seedy, like in a subbasement where the only way to get to it was to tell someone the password and then descend down into an elevator that had a red strobe light.”
“You have a vivid imagination,” Wren replied. “I hope reality isn’t boring for you.”
He placed a hand in the small of her back and escorted her to the doors. To get in, Wren slid a plastic key card through the security lock. Once inside, they were greeted by a security guard.
“Good evening, Mr. Calder,” he greeted.
“Hello, Charles.”
The security guard nodded at them and held open for them the inner doors. Wren nodded his thanks. They entered an elegant reception area that could belong in any type of business and Wren led her to a bank of elevators.
“Does Charles know why we’re here?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified that someone knew their destination.
“I don’t know,” Wren admitted. “I don’t know if Charles knows each business in this building. Does it matter?”
“Well, I guess it shouldn’t,” she said. “But there can’t be too many reasons why people would come here at night. Feels slightly taboo.”
“There you go, then. Seedy disguised in elegance.”
She
“Do you trust me, Caroline?”
This wasn’t the first time he had asked that question. The first, however, had been superficial, just a way to experience a bit of fun from a weekend fling. Now it seemed different, deeper. His statement about different rumors suddenly made a lot of sense.
“There is a club called Perversions,” he continued, as if she hadn’t hesitated. “It caters to eclectic tastes, of erotica.”
“Do you go there often?”
“I own a membership.”
“A membership?”
“It’s not the type of club that is available to everyone … only to a certain type of clientele,” he said in a dry tone.
“I take it a rich clientele.”
He nodded. “That is one requirement.”
Caroline sat up straight, her mind racing. “What exactly do they have at Perversions?”
“Doesn’t the name say it all?” he asked with a smirk.
“It could be a misnomer,” she reasoned. “Like the funny bone. Or Greenland.”
He laughed. “I’m amazed at how you managed to mention Greenland in a discussion about sex,” he said, shaking his head.
“The question that comes to mind is, how do you find a club called Perversions?”
He shrugged. “I’ve never been embarrassed about what turns me on.”
“So you pay to have sex.”
He held up a finger. “That’s not what I said. I don’t have sex at Perversions. But I do like to watch. Occasionally. And some clients of Troublemakers have, shall we say, sundry tastes.”
“Oh.” She scrunched up her nose and shuddered. “For some reason, that gave me a mental picture of Aldy that I really did not need in my brain.”
Wren grabbed her hand and rubbed the palm with the pad of his thumb. “Want to explore something different?”
Caroline studied his slate grey eyes, seeing the challenge he presented to her. He’d asked if she trusted him, but what he really meant was if she was strong enough to accept a different side of herself. He’d already blindfolded her and had sex in public with her, but did she really want to face what really turned her on? Life with Greg had been simplistic and sex had followed the logistics of that life. Now, finally free of that marriage, did she have enough courage to confront all of her fantasies?
“Yes,” she said, so softly that he leaned closer to hear what she said.
Chapter Eight
The taxi dropped them in front of a tall skyscraper, a building of glass and steel that must sparkle in the sunlight. Caroline cranked her head back to look all the way up.
“Perversions is here?” she asked doubtfully.
“What were you expecting?”
“Someplace really seedy, like in a subbasement where the only way to get to it was to tell someone the password and then descend down into an elevator that had a red strobe light.”
“You have a vivid imagination,” Wren replied. “I hope reality isn’t boring for you.”
He placed a hand in the small of her back and escorted her to the doors. To get in, Wren slid a plastic key card through the security lock. Once inside, they were greeted by a security guard.
“Good evening, Mr. Calder,” he greeted.
“Hello, Charles.”
The security guard nodded at them and held open for them the inner doors. Wren nodded his thanks. They entered an elegant reception area that could belong in any type of business and Wren led her to a bank of elevators.
“Does Charles know why we’re here?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified that someone knew their destination.
“I don’t know,” Wren admitted. “I don’t know if Charles knows each business in this building. Does it matter?”
“Well, I guess it shouldn’t,” she said. “But there can’t be too many reasons why people would come here at night. Feels slightly taboo.”
“There you go, then. Seedy disguised in elegance.”
She
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