Page 24 of Entice

“The flooring is specially made and sanitized each night, and no food or drink is allowed in the play area. Most of the women go barefoot or in ballet type slippers. Everyone is very careful not to step on toes. But it’s up to you if you want to wear them.”

“Okay.” Crystal adjusted the ankle strap of her shoes. “I’m going to leave them on.” She didn’t feel comfortable in bare feet.

“Come on, let me show you how to lock up your things, and we’ll go.” Sierra showed her how to lock the locker with her thumbprint, then arm-in-arm, they walked into the hallway.

Jordan was waiting, and Crystal’s mouth went dry. Apparently he’d changed out of his khakis and polo. He was wearing a pair of well-fitted, low slung black jeans, black boots, and no shirt. Da-yum! The man had a six pack. His eyes widened when he saw her.

“Sierra, would you give us a minute? We’ll be right in.” His voice was deep and husky. A tingle shot through her body at the low rumble of his voice.

“Sure.” Sierra squeezed her arm before letting go and crossing over to another set of doors. When Sierra opened them, the music grew louder, and Crystal caught a glimpse of other people.

Jordan took Crystal by the shoulders, the heat from his hands penetrating to her bones. “If I’d known what you had on under your coat, we never would have made it out of your apartment.”

His tone was so husky she had to lower her lashes so he didn’t see the satisfaction in her eyes at how she affected him. She’d thought long and hard last night and today. It was time to put aside her fears and let nothing stop her. She was a grown woman with feelings and desires.

“I feel like I should say I’m sorry. But I’m not.” Her gaze met his. She wanted to be sexy and desirable tonight.

“Never be sorry. You are an alluring and beautiful woman. I want to get to know you.” His fingers tightened on hers. “I’ll have to beat the Doms off with a stick tonight.”

Crystal drew in a deep breath. “Yourself included.” Being able to tease Jordan was new for her, and she liked it.

“Maybe. But I have iron control.”

“Oh?” What would it take for him to lose that iron control? Not tonight, she reminded herself. Tonight was to understand more about the lifestyle for the case.

“Let’s go into the club before I change my mind, bundle you out to my car, take you back to my place, and ravish you.” He released her shoulders and slipped his arm around her waist. “Don’t forget to call me Sir.”

Crystal took two steps then stopped. “From my reading, since we’re not in a committed relationship or in the lifestyle, I’m not required to call you sir.”

Jordan closed his eyes and then opened them. “You’re right. Habit.”

“But I’m not saying it might happen or not. I need to understand kink first, especially related to the case.”

“Then you will make a decision if we explore our attraction to each other?”

“Yes.” She was jumping into the deep end with both feet. “Don’t rush me, Jordan. I still need time.”

“Noted.”

He opened the doors, and they walked into the club.

Crystal’s eyes went wide. Books never described this. The club was huge with muted lighting. Off to her right was a bar, beyond the cubes she assumed were for storage. There was a big seating area with tables and chairs, sofas, and over-stuffed chairs.

There was a big open area in the middle. Open, but not completely. She shook her head. There were sofas and equipment in different places. To the left were raised platforms with various equipment scattered along the walls. St. Andrew’s Cross, bondage table, a massage table, another with a wheel-looking thing, and yet another with a big wood structure.

“Welcome to Wicked Sanctuary,” Max said, walking up to them. “I’m pleased you’re here, Crystal.”

“Thanks.” She swallowed. Max, like Jordan, was wearing a pair of pants and shoes. Now that she thought about it, she’d barely paid attention to what anyone was wearing.

“I’ll let Jordan remind you of the rules.” Max looked at Jordan. “Don’t forget the wristband.”

“Oh yeah, thanks. I was so taken aback by what she was wearing, I forgot.” Jordan reached into his pocket and pulled out two wristbands.

“If you need anything, and Jordan isn’t around, find me. But I have a feeling he isn’t going to leave your side.” Max smiled and then left them.

“Wristbands? You mentioned them on the drive, and I saw the man at the desk give them to you.”

“Yes. Remember you asked me about the questionnaire and negotiations?”

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