Page 156 of Filthy Rich Santas

“It was a fucking great time,” I say with a grin that feels a little feral.

My mind may still be reeling from all the feelings I can’t seem to shove back down tonight, but Lana consenting to putting on that hot-as-fuck show of exhibitionism is something I’ll never forget.

“Thanks for letting us have the room for the night,” I add. “You know I owe you one now.”

Dustin waves me off. “Don’t mention it. That’s what friends are for.”

“That just means that you’re gonna have to bring Carolyn out to L.A. one of these days so we can host the two of you at Radiance.”

“She’d fucking love to get out to the coast like that,” he says, “but not gonna lie, what I’m really interested in is checking out the new place you three are planning to open up. How’s that coming along?”

“On track,” I tell him, ignoring the twinge I get at the thought of what it will mean.

Not that I’m not fucking excited about it, because I am. It’s a smart business move, and as proud as I am of Radiance, I’d be lying if I said I’m not itching to take some of what we learned from running the place and take things to the next level with our second location.

But fuck, it means moving out of Los Angeles.

Which means moving away from Lana.

I shut that train of thought down fast, and Dustin and I fall into some comfortable shop talk about the differences between the scene here versus out west, operating our clubs, and general management shit.

But after a while, the wily fucker steers the conversation back around to this surprise visit we dropped on him.

“So, the girl you brought in…”

He lets his words trail off, and I treat him to a dead-eyed stare that doesn’t throw him off at all.

“What’s her name again?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.

“Lana,” I grunt. “Lana Reeves.”

“Was it her first time in a kink club?”

My mind flashes back to the shock that ran through me that night she walked into Radiance, but that doesn’t count since nothing happened.

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s something she’s, uh, been wanting to explore, so we thought we’d give her a treat since we were in the area.”

He smirks. “A treat? Is that what we’re calling it now.”

I flip him off, then glance back toward the hallway I left when I catch the swing of long, wavy brunette hair out of the corner of my eye.

It’s not Lana, but when I turn back, Dustin is looking at me curiously. “She means something to you.”

“Of course she does. You remember Caleb, yeah? Plays for the NHL? She’s his little sister. We grew up with her.”

“Hm.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What the fuck does ‘hm’ mean?”

He grins. “I’ve seen you play with subs before. I’ve seen all three of you scene with temporary partners over the years. But this was different, wasn’t it?”

Fuck yeah, it was. Admitting it out loud feels like I’d be unleashing a shit show I’m not prepared for, though, so I just give him a hard stare that I know from experience would keep any submissive in this place quiet, and hold my tongue.

Too bad Dustin isn’t a fucking submissive.

“She must be special,” he pushes, that shit-eating grin back in place. “The way the three of you walked in with her. Hell, what I saw when you opened up the room…”

“What about it?”

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