Page 66 of Love Without Demands

We stepped inside and were whooshed up to the third floor of the nightclub. The first floor was wild and loud, with a huge light-up dance floor and two bars. The second floor consisted of more bars, some pool tables, and other games.

But the third floor? Just… wow. There was a top shelf bar backlit with ocean blue, a spacious seating area, and five VIP suites, one of which was ours.

And we had our own personal attendant named Lakshmi who greeted us immediately and led us to our suite. “Another round of your favorites?” she asked, her dark braid falling over one shoulder. She was stunning. In fact, everyone who worked at this bar looked like a supermodel.

“Yes, please,” I told her before heading to the bathroom, which was larger than my old apartment. The white-and-gold marble shone so brightly I wished I had my sunglasses with me.

I was giggling when I walked back into the main area to find Gianna on the electric-blue leather couch and Nic lounging sideways on the matching chair with her shoes kicked off. It wasquieter up here, the booming music from down below a mere throbbing against the floor.

“What’s so funny?” Gia asked, sipping her Cosmo, which had been delivered while I was taking care of business.

Sitting beside her, I picked up my lemon drop martini and licked a little of the tangy stuff off the rim. “I was just wondering why there’s a shower in there.”

“In case someone decides to getdirtyin the VIP room,” she replied, waggling her perfectly arched eyebrows.

I eyed the couch we were sitting on. “You think they disinfect the furniture every night?”

She laughed and nodded her head. “For sure. What are you studying on your phone over there, Nicolette?”

My friend’s green eyes were wide and her cheeks were pink when she looked up at us. “Just a, um, a quiz.”

Gianna and I shared a smug glance. “Why are you acting so sketch, Nic?” I asked. “Is it a naughty quiz?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, okay? It’s a sex quiz from an online magazine.” Her nose scrunched up adorably. “The only guys I’ve really been with are science nerds that I work with, and it’s been pretty vanilla. I’ve never even done it doggy style, so I was just curious.”

“Curiosity is healthy. Ain’t no shame in that game,” Gia assured her. “Send us the link so we can take it too.”

Our phones pinged, and I pulled mine from my small white crossbody purse and tapped on the link. The first few questions were basic demographics, and then it got into the meat of the topic. Sex.

I tapped the little boxes, and based on my answers, new sets of questions were generated.Favorite position? What are you looking for in a partner?

Then there were a lot ofhave you everquestions and then somewould you like toones. I answered them honestly and thenheard a little, “Ooh, that sounds fun,” from Nicolette and looked up. Her eyes were gleaming at whatever was on her screen, but I didn’t ask.

Because then she might ask me about my answers.

When I got to the results page, my eyebrows lifted at the words on my screen.

According to your results, your ideal kink is role playing. It’s fun and adventurous, just like you! So get out there and find a partner who matches your daring sexual personality. And remember, there is no shame in enjoying what you like.

One last question for you… what is your ultimate role playing fantasy?

Well, they friggin’ nailed me, didn’t they? Biting my bottom lip, I typed my answer into the rectangular box just as Gianna groaned beside me.

“This quiz makes me miss Auburn. I’m going to call him.”

A few seconds later, she was on a FaceTime call with her husband.

“Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?”

“Still at The Blue with the girls.” She turned the phone toward us, and we waved. It looked like his phone was mounted on the dash of his car as he drove.

“Hope you ladies are having fun,” Auburn said when Gianna swiveled the phone back to her face.

“We just took a sex quiz,” she announced, and I resisted the urge to clamp my hand over her red-glossed lips.

“And what were your results?” Auburn’s voice was suddenly deeper, an erotic purr that was a far cry from the brisk tone he used in the office.

“Oh, I think you know,” she purred back, and then…

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