Page 6 of Sweet Surrender

“Okay, now you’re making me a little nervous.”

She shook her head, giggling. “It’s not like anything illegal or whatever. It’s just… sort of an alternative type of evening. I got the invite a couple of weeks ago. Dante West is opening a new club here in Manhattan since the one in California is so popular. I think I told you about the work I did for him during the summer I spent in LA.”

“Dante West?” Closing my eyes, I ran through a list of names and faces in my head. It was something I had always been good at, and it helped me in my work. Wherever I went, I carried a database with me.

“Wait a second.” My eyes flew open when I made the connection. “Club Caramel is a sex club, isn’t it? Like, kinky sex stuff?”

Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “It’s for adults who like to explore their sexuality in a safe environment.”

The way she rattled it off made me laugh. “Are you filming a commercial for them? Is there a camera somewhere?” I looked around the room, still chuckling while she scowled at me.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. It’s actually a lot of fun, and I’ve met some really cool people.”

“How did I not know this about you?” We had been friends since college when we were randomly assigned as roommates my freshman year. She’d gone to LA the summer after graduation to get a little experience at a PR firm run by a cousin of hers before returning to New York to build our business.

She lifted a shoulder. “Some things are private, right? I didn’t know Noah Goldsmith broke your heart, did I?”

“That’s different. That’s the past.”

Lowering her brow, she retorted, “And I don’t pry into your personal life and ask you who you sleep with.”

“Bullshit,” I deadpanned. “You so do.”

“Okay, only because it’s always obvious when you’ve slept with somebody new. You get all giggly and weird.”

It didn’t help that I hadn’t slept with anybody in a painfully long time. “So, like, what goes on at a club like this?”

Arching an eyebrow, she said, “You sound awfully interested.”

I held up a finger. “Intrigued. I’m intrigued. I’ve heard about clubs like that, but I don’t think I’d have the guts to actually go and, you know, partake.”

“You would be surprised. Dante runs a very exclusive club. Everything is top quality. He’s big on security and making sure nobody feels uncomfortable or forced into anything they don’t want to do. You don’t even have to participate,” she adds. “Some people just go, have a few drinks, maybe dance a little in a sexy outfit. Then they go home. It means something different to everybody.”

“You sound very familiar with the whole setup.”

“And you sound awfully interested,” she teased back. “You should come and see for yourself. You landed a big client today. Celebrate.”

“No, I absolutely should not.” The idea made me laugh helplessly. It also made me surprisingly warm and tingly down below.

What would it be like, letting loose in a sex club? There wasn’t much I hadn’t seen and done over the years, and I had enjoyed the handful of times a partner spanked my ass or restrained me during sex.

But a kink club? Did I have it in me to take that step?

Jules shrugged. “I’m just saying. It’s a masquerade, so there’s no reason to worry about being recognized. Who knows? You could end up having a good time.” When I rolled my eyes in disbelief, she dropped her voice to a whisper. “There is nothing like it for clearing your head. The chance to forget who you are for one night and let loose. It’s a lot of fun,” she concluded. “I’m free to bring a guest if I want to. The more beautiful women at these parties, the better. I’m sure you have something short or leather you could wear, right? Something a little sexy.”

Was I honestly considering this? Already, a plan was beginning to take shape in my head. There were a handful of shops where I’d easily be able to find a mask to cover half of my face. “I do have a few dresses in my closet that might work,” I mused, chewing my lip.

“People wear whatever they feel like wearing,” she assured me. “I think you could have a great time. Live a little. You work so hard, Sienna.”

“Are you saying I need to loosen up?”

“Don’t take it personally,” she mused. “But yeah, you could stand to chill, especially with that complete asshole coming in tomorrow. You’d be surprised how easy it is to deal with life when your ass is still sore from last night… among other places,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“I’m not getting my ass spanked tonight,” I insisted. “I’m going to go, have a little fun, and that’s it. I need to turn in early.”

“Sure, sure.” She tapped something on her phone moments before my phone buzzed. “There’s the address. I’ll meet you there at ten.” She was gone before I had time for second thoughts. Granted, if I changed my mind, I could always text her and let her know. I didn’t have to show up at the club.

At the same time, I got my things together and flipped off the lights with a spring in my step that wasn’t there before. Not even the idea of putting Noah in his place could make me tingle the way the idea of walking around anonymously in a sex club did.

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