Page 76 of Pretty Pink Poison
“Oh, we’re fucking done.” I hopped out of the pool and went for my towel. I might have actually pushed the man to his limit with flaunting myself around after we hadn’t done anything together in a year.
“Throw me a towel,” Evie, who was married to Declan Hardy, Dex’s brother, yelled before she hopped out.
As she got to the edge though, her husband was there. “You get out and show what’s mine to anyone here, and I will personally have to rip all their eyes out.” He proceeded to grab her top, and then he knelt down to drape it softly around her neck.
Bane was by my side, glaring down at me, “Have anything to say for yourself?”
I pursed my lips. I had a lot to say but none of it would be good in front of my friends, so I shook my head, holding it in for later.
Clara might have been the boldest of all when she said, “Dom, want to swim?”
He glared at her. “Cupcake, you don’t want me in that pool right now.”
She smirked and swam up to the side. “You sure?”
He hauled her up by her arm so close to him that no one caught sight of anything because he wrapped his suit jacket around her as he murmured, “You’re going to kill me, little fighter.”
Dimitri was holding out a towel for Olive, and they were whisper fighting.
And Kee didn’t get out. Instead she swam round and round. “Ready to go, Kee?” Dex asked.
“Hmm. Not yet. I’m having fun with everyone in here.”
I wide-eyed her when I saw Dex’s look and grumbled, “Um… you’re on your own, girl.”
When we got back to the penthouse, each couple bickered a bit while we grabbed our clothes, but I knew I was on borrowed time.
As we walked down the hall, Bane hovering right on my ass, I murmured, “Again, like I said in the room, you shouldn’t be getting all territorial like them. We’re friends until this arrangement is up, right? I’m your resort’s makeup artist. Nothing else.”
“You want attention from men so bad, let’s go to the Vault.” He whirled on me.
“What?” I stuttered out in the hallway of the resort.
“Now,” he grunted and then he pivoted, walking back toward the elevators.
“Well, hold on. I’m in my swimsuit and—”
“You want men to look, let’s have them.” He walked with purpose to the elevators and pressed a button. We both waited for the doors to open and then he pressed a black button that didn’t have a floor number. It beeped and I saw how the security camera flashed a laser over his face. It was checking his status, checking if he had access. It seemed the Vault was even more exclusive than I’d imagined.
We careened down, down, down, past the first floor. And when the elevator opened, I saw a beautiful dark staircase, curving down another level to where a golden sign read: The Black Diamond Vault. The doors below the sign were crafted from a thick, polished metal that looked like gold. The surface of them gleamed with intricate engravings I’d never seen before. At the centers of the double doors were wheel lock mechanisms with spokes and a dark diamond in the middle.
I didn’t hesitate. I walked down the steps with Bane. I wouldn’t back down now. The two huge bodyguards whomanned the doors nodded at Bane as he said, “Pink’s with me. She can have full access when I’ve approved.”
“Always,” I corrected. Both men chuckled but waved us through. Inside was a luxurious, dimly lit club. No sunlight from windows or doorways to the outside except for the ones we walked through could be seen. The lighting was almost crimson but shined enough to make the black diamonds glitter from chandeliers.
Somehow, the ceilings were high even though we were underground, and there was a second level where people watched. Not many were in the club, but enough for me to feel the heat and the attraction.
A center stage had two women writhing against one another in almost nothing as another couple stood by watching, licking their lips. One of the women pulled the couple in and then they were entangled, moaning against one another.
It felt almost too intimate to watch, but one of the women looked over her shoulder and winked at me before beckoning me forward.
I glanced at Bane. “Like I said, you’ll get the attention you want here.”
It was attention my body didn’t want to resist. I felt my nipples hardened under my clothing, felt my skin heating up. “Do you join in when you’re down here?”
“I told you I don’t come down here.”
“But you’re here now.” I glanced at the stage. “Would you get on stage with them?”
