After another bite, she offers a recap to check her understanding. “So in the first room, people talk, get to know each other, and do the lighter things. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Then they go into the other rooms for the more intense stuff.”
“Yes.”
“Anything else?”
I gulp and lick my lips. “There’s another room.”
My favorite room.
“And what’s in there?”
“It’s for those who really enjoy voyeurism and exhibitionism. It looks like a private room but with a two-sided mirror.”
“They watch?”
I clear my throat, forcing away the tight lump. “Yes.”
“Why not just watch in the main room?”
Her fucking fingertips are rubbing the skin at the base of her neck, turning it pink. It might be an innocent gesture, but it’s getting me hard as hell.
“For those on display, the draw is in not knowing who is on the other side of the glass. And for those watching, there’s a forbidden element that heightens the excitement. It’s a bit like watching someone who doesn’t know you’re there.”
Realization hits me. That’s what I’ve been doing with Violet. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her. I inadvertently tapped into my kink. Fuck. I need to stop watching her so much. I’m breaking my rules of consent.
It started as surveillance for protection and intel gathering — my specialty in my work life. But it’s beginning to cross into my kink life.
Dammit.
“What else happens in that room?”
I shift on the bench, adjusting myself. “A lot.”
“You don’t want to tell me, do you? Are you embarrassed?”
“No. It’s not that.” My eyes fall to the table before flicking back up. “You never know what you’ll see in that room. But on the bright side, you won’t be going back there.”
Her breasts are outright heaving when she asks, “Have you done a scene in that room?”
“Yes. But sometimes, I’m a spectator on the other side of the glass.”
“You like to watch people... um... have sex?”
In a split-second decision, I decide to be as honest with her as possible. I’m not sure if I’m testing her or not. And if I am, is it for the job or for myself?
“Yes. I like it quite a bit. It’s in my top two.”
Her eyes widen, and her jaw lowers. “It’s one of your favorites?”
“Yes.”
“And the other favorite? Is it the rope stuff?”
“Yes.”