Page 18 of Whatever Lola Wants

She smiled. “That would be great. Is there somewhere safe I can leave my bag, or should I put it back in the locker room?”

“Locker room is probably best.” He bent to press a kiss on Anna’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go with her, love?”

Anna nodded and slid out of his arms. “Yes, Sir.”

Lola waited until they were safely in the locker room before turning to Anna. “Are you okay with this?”

“What? Oh, honey. Yes. I’m just…” Anna broke off, her hands fluttering as she tried to find the words.

“Flustered?” Lola suggested.

“Yes! Flustered!” Anna huffed out a breath. “I’m not used to seeing you like this.”

Amused, Lola spun the combination lock. “I can tell.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that you’re here.”

Lola finished stashing her bag and slammed the locker shut, clicking the lock closed. “Are you sure?”

Anna frowned. “Yes, of course. I want you here. I just might need some time to get used to the new you.”

Lola snorted. “I’m not a different person, dork.”

“You sure look different, though,” Anna said, and a grin curved her lips. “Where’d you get the…what do you call this outfit?”

Lola glanced down at herself. “The catsuit? Someone I knew in San Francisco made it.”

Anna’s gaze held a speculative gleam. “Think they could make another?”

Lola laughed. “Getting ideas, are you?”

“I bet Grant could make good use of that zipper placement.”

“I’m sure he could,” Lola said with a chuckle. “I’ll send her an email tomorrow. If she’s still in business, I’ll buy it for you as a wedding gift.”

“Aw.” Anna slung an arm around her shoulders. “I love having kinky friends.”

“Does that mean I get to watch you fuck tonight?” Lola asked and burst out laughing when Anna’s happy smile turned into a glower.

“Maybe I’ll get to watch you fuck.”

Lola just chuckled as they headed out of the locker room. “Maybe you will.”

Nearly two hours later, they wound their way back to the bar level.

“So, what do you think?”

Lola accepted another bottle of water from Skip with a smile, then turned to Grant. “I don’t think they’ve missed a trick.”

Grant had a hand wrapped around Anna’s nape. “Michael wanted a club that had something for everyone.”

Anna sighed and leaned into Grant. “That violet wand scene was really hot.”

Grant looked down at his submissive, lips pursed. “Really?”

She nodded, and Lola hid her smile with another sip of water. Anna wasn’t looking at Grant, so the speculative gleam in his eye didn’t register.

“Especially when the Dom put that thing against his skin, you know the part that turned his whole body into the wand?”

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