Page 103 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

Everyone wore the Psychos masks they’d been handed at the door, and I loved the added element of mystery it brought the room. People mingled in small groups, talking and chatting like they would have at any normal club, some taking to the floor to dance while they sipped their drinks. Others headed straight for the cages, staking out positions in the front row, knowing what would soon be coming once the crowd was warmed up.

One couple made a beeline for the corridor where my office was, disappearing into the darkness with a key dangling from a gold chain. Nash passed me by, and I nodded in their direction.

“What’s with the keys?” I asked.

“They’re for the private rooms. People book them on entry, and they get a key to use whenever they want throughout the night.”

“Oh, right.” I knew there were rooms back there, of course. I’d seen them when I’d wandered around. “I just assumed they were for private lap dances. Or for when people got so turned on they couldn’t wait to get home. I didn’t think people would be practically running down there the minute they got here. Seems to kind of defeat the purpose of a sex party. Like, isn’t the point to have sex where people can watch you?”

Nash raised an eyebrow. “Fuck. I forget how innocent you are or I would have deliberately shown you before this. I just assumed you knew. Come here.”

My tray was empty anyway, and I needed a refill, so it wouldn’t matter if I disappeared from the main floor for a moment. I followed him down the corridor, and he paused at the room the couple had disappeared into. The door was painted black, like the rest of the corridor.

“Notice anything about the door?”

I shrugged. “It’s black?”

He put a hand to the little metal peephole covering. “It has a peephole. Except instead of people seeing out, people can see—”

I blushed. “In. Okay, right. Gotcha.”

I hovered for a second. Nash’s gaze flickered over me. His tongue pressed to the side of his cheek while he studied me. “You want to look, don’t you?”

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. “Do you?”

He grinned. “Would be insulting not to since they’re putting on a show. I mean, they get off on people watching. I’d hate for them to walk away disappointed in their evening.”

“You go first.”

He slid aside the covering, ducked his head, and peered through.

“Well?”

He turned to me with fake shock on his face. “There’s people having sex in there!”

I sniggered and elbowed him out of the way. “Show me.”

He stepped to the side, and I took his spot, squinting through the peephole.

There were indeed people having sex in there. I watched for a moment and then crinkled my nose at what I’d seen.

Nash was laughing. “It’s not always that sexy, is it?”

I made a face. “It really wasn’t! Poor woman. She looked like she was making out her shopping list in her head while he jack-rabbited her.”

That was nothing like what I’d witnessed in the main room last time I’d been at one of these parties. “I think I’ll stick to the pros.”

“Probably a good idea. There’s other little delights for you to find in the other rooms, but we should probably check on the party. It’ll be filling up quick.”

He went to walk away, but I grabbed his arm. “Wait, Nash. Are we okay? After the other day…”

He shrugged. “I’m over it. I was hurt, but I get it. Everyone feels like a suspect. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking at people in a different light as well.”

His gaze flickered to my breasts for half a second before dragging back up to my face. He grimaced when he realized I’d caught him staring. “Shit, sorry. I swear, I wasn’t…”

Except we both knew he was.

“You can look,” I whispered.

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