Page 54 of The Breaking Point

“Did you? Like it?”

“Some of it, but I don’t think super-kinky shit will ever be my bag.”

“Huh. There’s a limit to Brady’s interest in sex. I’m shocked.”

I glowered at Grace. “What, did you think I had a basement full of whips and chains?”

“Well, seeing your apartment, you clearly don’t have a basement.”

I laughed. Then I forced myself to be serious again. “Why did you come here? Because we both know you aren’t kinky either.”

“I mean, how would I know since I’ve never had sex?” At my look, Grace sighed. “Okay, fine. I was looking for you. Somebody told me that you’d been seen here, and I wanted to see it for myself.”

She’d come here for me? “Why would you want to confirm that for yourself?”

“I guess I wanted to understand you better. Besides, ‘curiosity killed the cat’ and all that.”

I groaned. “Grace, you can’t take risks like this—”

“What, and you can?”

I didn’t have an answer to that. But in my mind, yes, Grace shouldn’t take risks like I would.

She was different. She was innocent. What if someone had taken advantage of her? Just because this place had rules didn’t mean bad shit never happened.

“What do you want with asex club?” I waved a hand. “You’re a virgin.”

Grace made a face. “And whose fault is that? You’re the one who keeps saying no. Maybe I wanted to find somebody who’d take me up on that offer.”

I gaped at her. Was she serious? I couldn’t tell. Or was she just doing this to get under my skin?

“Promise me you won’t come here again,” I said.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I do when I know you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. And if anything happened to you and your dad found out I didn’t stop you, he’d kill me himself.”

That seemed to make her pause. “I’m not a child,” she said.

No, she wasn’t. She was a woman with an amazing body and endless sex appeal. She was a woman who made men turn their heads for a second look.

She was a woman, and if she wanted to have orgies for all to see here, what right did I have to stop her?

“I just want you to be safe,” I said, knowing I was losing this battle.

“That’s fine. But again, if I want to have fun, I’m going to have fun.”

My fists were clenched under the table. I took a long drink of my beer, needing the alcohol to cool my thoughts.

“I don’t want to see you here again,” I growled.

Grace laughed. Laughed! “Sure. You’ll never see me here again.”

“I don’t get why you’re laughing about this. It’s not funny to me.”

Now she looked a little ashamed. She took my hand and squeezed it. “I know you’re just trying to protect me. I get it. But that’s not your job. You’re not my big brother or my dad.”

I stilled. Although I knew she was trying to console me, I couldn’t help but feel hurt by her words.

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