Page 6 of Secret Baby Daddies
Club Devil was located in an old mansion halfway between Dallas and Devil’s Den. I assumed the owners had picked the out of the way location to avoid the cops. I mean, they were holding auctions of human beings. There had to be some legal issues there. I imagined it’d be hard for the cops to get close enough to poke around, though, considering the size of the fence and gate surrounding the massive property.
After giving my name to a guard at the gate, I moved Belinda up what had to be a mile-long driveway. The perfectly maintained road was lined with topiaries at least fifteen feet tall. Everywhere I looked I saw green. Lush, beautiful green that was a reminder I was too poor to even walk on the grass.
The sun was setting behind the house when I crested a hill and finally saw it. My mouth fell open. It was bigger than I’d ever imagined. A grand entrance with a flight of stairs leading up to the largest door I’d ever seen, was lined with more greenery and softly lit gas lanterns. The house itself was brick and stretched out in both directions while also looming over us. Three stories with gently lit windows stared down at us and for a moment, I could almost feel hundreds of eyes peering out of those windows.
I shuddered. “Is it too late to run?”
A man in a suit appeared at my window where I’d stopped in front of the home. He said something I couldn’t hear and I had to open the door to ask him to repeat himself since the window had stopped working the day before.
“If you’ll leave your keys with me, I’ll move your car to the parking area in back of the home, Ms…”
I blushed at the idea of someone else driving Belinda. Even Reagan, as sweet as she was, made fun of my car. “Oh, um… I’ll just park it myself. That’s fine. I’m Harley. Harley Beau.”
The man’s face didn’t change. “Ah, Ms. Beau. Hunter is waiting on you. You go on in and I’ll handle your car with the utmost care.”
Reagan snorted. “Don’t hit the emergency lights, whatever you do.”
I cringed and stepped out of the car, doing my best not to flash the man my panties. “There’s just a wiring issue. The hazard button shuts the car off… It’s nothing.”
Still, his face was remarkably blank. “Of course, Ms. Beau.”
Reagan came around the car and grabbed my hand. “Come on. No more procrastinating.”
Right on cue, the front door of the house opened and Hunter stepped out. She glanced at her watch and motioned for me to hurry. Seeing no way out, I passed the keys to the man and let Reagan pull me along. The stairs and my heels were a shitty combination but my stomach was rolling so much it was hard to focus on anything else.
“Come on. I want you out of sight before the members start showing up.” Hunter took my other hand and the two of them dragged me inside. “Reagan, go hang out at the bar. I told the bartenders you’re drinking on the house tonight.”
I thought I knew what a sex club would look like. I had ideas from books I’d read but the foyer of the house looked nothing like that. It was…normal. I mean, normal for a billionaire anyway. Marble floors gleamed under the light of a giant chandelier, an ornate table next to the door held a huge bouquet of fresh flowers and a vase that probably cost more than my life.
I got hooked on the flowers and inched closer. Black dahlias and blood red roses pressed so closely together that the press of their petals felt almost intimate. It was a striking bouquet, a piece of art.
“Mystery and passion. Brilliant.”
Hunter groaned and tugged me harder. “I’ll let you look at the pretty flowers later, Harley. I promise. Just come on for now.”
More arrangements decorated the house as Hunter led me past an intricately carved set of double doors. When I looked closer I saw that the carvings were definitely depicting orgies.
“Through those doors is the main club. The doors don’t open until a little later but you can go on in, Reagan. The bartenders are expecting you.” Hunter pulled one heavy door open and I saw what I’d been expecting.
Dark leather, dramatic splashes of red, a large wooden X. My eyes widened but then Reagan was slipping through the door, wishing me good luck, and I remembered why I was there. Possibly to be put on that giant X.
“There are other women being auctioned tonight as well. You’re last.” She led me around a curve in the hallway and pointed to another set of massive double doors. “Here’s where you’ll be prepared.”
“You make it sound like I’m a fucking turkey.”
She winced. “Sorry. I’m in work mode. The founders of the club are here tonight. They sold most of the business to my bosses but they still have some stake here and it makes me nervous, you know? Let me try again. You look amazing. Go through those doors and there will be an older woman named Vivian waiting for you. She’ll help you get ready.”
I took a deep breath. “This is crazy.”
Hunter grabbed the door handle and shook her head. “No, this is your chance to make a large sum of money. You’ve got this.”
She opened the door and I straightened my shoulders before stepping through. I was immediately swept up by a silver-haired woman who undressed me faster than any man ever had. She tutted at me when I tried to hide my chest and pushed me down in a chair so she could tut even more at my hair.
Vivian, as she barked out the introduction, pulled my hair up in a messy updo with a few strands hanging around my face and neck. “There. Men see hair like this and picture grabbing it. Plus, you have amazing shoulders. No hiding them. Here. Pucker.”
I hadn’t said a single thing and it was clear I didn’t need to. I puckered my lips and tried not to move as she applied bright red lipstick.
“And the lipstick. They’ll imagine it smeared on their—”
