Page 3 of Room Seventeen

If you accept this invitation, you will be greeted and attended to by a woman whose only fantasy is to be taken by you and your partners, Xander and Garrett.

There is only one rule in Room Seventeen: Your hostess’ identity must remain anonymous. She will be wearing a mask at all times, and no questions or guesses about her identity are permitted.

In exchange, she will submit to your every carnal pleasure, obey your every command.

There’s no need to RSVP.

Show up Saturday night at nine pm and present this card to the doorman.

Your hostess will take care of the rest.

I sniff the paper, a ridiculous thought running through my head. My sweet, innocent assistant whom I’ve had the dirtiest fantasies about would never be a member of a sex club; much less invite me to it.

“Did you dismiss Car for the day?” Garrett walks into my office with a scowl on his face.

“No, she was gone when we came out of the meeting.”

“She never leaves before we end for the day.”

Xander walks in behind him. “She had errands to run before she leaves town for her family reunion, so I told her she could go.”

“Dammit, Xander, you know I hate not being able to say goodbye to her.” Garrett pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re lucky I don’t skin your ass for the shit you pulled earlier today.” Xander eyes him, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Garrett shifts and stuffs his hands in his pocket, something he does whenever he knows he’s wrong but doesn’t like being called out on it. “I can’t stand it any longer. It's one thing if we can't tell her how we feel and claim her as our own, but it's quite another to sit by and watch another man ask her out.”

I shake my head. “What are you talking about?”

Xander also shakes his head. “Mike the mailman asked Carli out today, and Garrett almost thumped his ass for it.”

“I can't sit by and watch someone else love her when she should be with us.”

“That's not possible.” I clench my fist and lean over my desk. “We've talked about this a hundred times. She’s not ours for the taking.”

“We don't know that.”

I can't talk about this anymore. I know how I feel. I know how my partners feel. But the simple fact is there aren’t a lot of women out there that could handle being claimed by three dominant males. And there are certainly not a lot of women out there that such males can agree on wanting to possess. Besides, she's our employee. One of us coming onto her is a potential lawsuit, but if all three of us spread her out on the conference table and have our way with her like we’re desperate to do, we can kiss our business goodbye.

I hold my dark red, highly seductive invitation in the air, waving it in the faces of my two partners. "Have you checked your mail yet?"

They both shake their head.

“Go check your piles and see if you have an envelope that looks like this.”

Thirty seconds later, they’re walking into my office with identical invitations in hand.

“What is this?” Xander asks while Garrett rips into his invitation. I watch his eyes narrow as he reads over the words. He glances up at me and then goes back to his invitation, rereading again, and then again, a peculiar smirk spreading on his lips.

Xander looks between me and Garrett while carefully opening his own envelope. He reads it, glances over at Garrett’s piece of paper, and then looks at mine. “Room seventeen? Who is this?”

“That is the question, isn’t it? We’ve only been to this club twice, both times as guests. I can’t imagine who there, besides the owners, knows us, much less how to contact us, especially with this kind of invitation—”

Garrett’s smirk spreads into a full-blown smile. “I know who this is.”

“Who?”

“It's Car.” He waves the envelope in the air as if it's a trophy. “It’s Car’s way of saying she wants us without having to risk some inappropriate, potentially embarrassing office confession.”

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