Page 32 of Burn for Her

Lena’s cheeks heated. If she had to take the test before leaving tonight, that meant she wasn’t going to be able to stay to enjoy anything this visit. Damnit. “If I get tested tonight, can I stay the evening?”

“Unfortunately, tonight our rooms and hosts are completely engaged.”

Where? It was nighttime and she was the only person in the entire house. This must be a damn joke.

“You get three visits into The Wicked Garden, Cherry. This tour doesn’t count as one of them.”

Only three? Holy shit, there was a restriction on how many times she could come here? So much for moving and being a regular customer. If… of course… this place even did what the rumors promised. “What happens after three?”

“You leave and never think of us again.”

Lena frowned at him. “I find it hard to believe anyone could leave here and never think of it again. If it offers what you imply.”

“You’d be surprised what some are willing to forget… and what the mind can suppress.”

Lena couldn’t argue with that one. The way he talked, it sounded like depraved and dirty things happened in this club. She, for one, was all over that. No way would she want to forget anything she did. Nothing Lena did was regrettable in her life.

“Follow me,” he crooked his finger and headed into another hallway, away from the main house. “Like I said earlier, some rooms have designated toys and arrangements made to accommodate certain appetites. All rooms and structures are sanitized after each session. Any toys, enhancers, or products are destroyed and replaced for each new session. Once you pass our health tests, you’ll need to fill out a file of what you’d like for your first time with us. Don’t worry about adding everything at once. Lust, like life, should be savored one pleasure at a time. No need to rush.”

“No need to rush?” She sighed in disgruntlement. “Three visits to make all a girl’s fantasies come true? That would be a pretty packed three nights.”

“What one wants and what they think they want aren’t always in line. Go slow and let us spoil you. You can always beg for more as the evening progresses.”

Her pussy swelled and became drenched when she heard those words. She was going to walk out of here with a stain on her black satin dress, damnit.

“What’s the cost for this?” Because she knew damned well it wasn’t free.

“We take payment in a variety of ways. Depends on what the guest is willing to give.”

“First born? Piece of my soul? Credit card?”

“Clever, but terribly unoriginal.”

She couldn’t argue with that. “What’s your name?”

“Pain.” His brow arched, and it made Lena smile. Okay, maybe she was in the right place to get what she’d been dying for. Pain licked his bottom lip playfully. “We require our guests to wear a specific outfit during their first visit.”

“The red dress?”

He nodded. “It allows all hosts an opportunity to sway your mind and gain your favor.”

Lena’s cheeks grew hot again. All arrangements from the hotel room, the driver here, and even her wardrobe was assigned and arranged ahead of time by The Wicked Garden. All Lena had to do—besides find and get an invitation to the club—was fly here and follow orders. Now a tour and simple test. They thought of everything and were insanely thorough. It gave her hope that they applied that level of commitment to all their services. If so, she planned to not be able to walk out of here after her first visit. “You go through a lot to keep your guests happy and feeling special.”

“We are rewarded, I assure you.”

I bet, she thought. Biting her bottom lip, she followed him into a small sterile room with a counter, desk and two chairs. “Now, Cherry, let’s conduct our health test and you can fill out the necessary waivers.”

In less than a half hour, her insta-blood test and background check came back clean. Pain also scanned her ID. “What about anonymity?”

“Cherry is your name between staff and guests. Your true name is only for legal purposes. We require true identities which will be kept in an encrypted file until you are no longer a guest with us.”

“Lots of paperwork for a three-visit max.”

“You’re worth it.” He flashed her another grin and she practically groaned while glaring at his fang tips.

“You stay in character all the time, Pain?”

“I’m never… out of character.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it again. A shot of electric heat zipped up her arm. Damn… he was good.

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