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He flashes a smile.

“It’s a secret room. You’ll like it.”

“I need more than that.”

He pivots to me, closes the space between us, and speaks softly.

“It’s a unique space designed for sex.”

At first, I have a hard time believing him. It sounds like something he just made up on the fly.

“Who designed this room?”

“Us.”

“Who is us?”

He laughs at my bafflement when the voice of a man travels to us. Amused, he looks up the main stairs.

Someone is in the doorway, talking to another person inside.

“It’s the staff. Are you coming or not?” Ewan asks.

“The staff…” I mumble when he grabs my hand and pulls me to the dark basement door downstairs.

He punches in a code, the door opens, and we walk into a dark corridor.

Startled, I pull back.

“I can’t do this. It scares the shit out of me,” I say quietly.

“Stay scared,” he says, unfazed. “See how wet your pussy gets. Your orgasms will be even more intense.”

“You really get a kick out of this,” I comment, leaning into him as I take the last step down.

His lips come to my ears, his breath coasting over my neck.

“You don’t have to fear me, but if you want to, be my guest. You’ll only get more turned on.”

“I don’t want to know how you know this.”

His hand slides over the wall, and a dark purple light glows down the corridor.

“Wow. It looks… nice,” I say with sarcasm, moving my gaze around.

The walls are dark and smooth, like velvet.

“Is this velvet?” I ask, running my fingers over them.

“The walls are soundproof.”

My eyes flick to his.

“Ewan?”

“Scarlett?”

“You’re fucking with me.”

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