Page 4 of Flirt Away

“What do you mean?”

“You can write about your experience in your blog. Just be careful what you put in black and white, and don’t mention the club. That wouldn’t be cool.”

“Got it,” Dixie said with her heart thumping in her throat. “Can’t say I thought I’d be going to a sex club, though I’ve heard they have become very popular.”

“Club Allure is a lot more than that, and it’s not what you think. But it is going to change your world, trust me. You’re going to do some soul-searching into your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies.”

“Such as?” Dixie asked.

“Like do you prefer submission? Or do you want to be a dominatrix? Are you into bondage? Are you—?”

“I get it,” Dixie said, not wanting to dive too deep with Crystal, mostly because Dixie realized that her sex life could only be described as boring, like the flavor of ice. “Sort of. I mean, I don’t know that I’m intoanyof that. I’m not really into kinky stuff.”

Crystal laughed. “I’ve been reading your blog since you started it. You have your own set of fetishes. You just haven’t acted on them. Most likely because you haven’t found the right person—asafeperson—to explore that side of you.”

“Spoken like someone who has.”

“You have no idea,” Crystal said with a wicked grin and a wink. “But we’re not talking about me. Check out the club. You don’t have to partake in anything or hook up with anyone, but I think it might be just what you need.”

“What’s the second thing?”

Crystal picked up Dixie’s phone and tapped at the screen. “The person I’m putting you in contact with at the club is the man I would have fixed you up on a date with.”

“Oh. I wish you hadn’t told me that.” Dixie stared at the contact information Crystal had entered for a man named Zane. Her pulse picked up a notch.

“I won’t tell him that I wanted to set the two of you up, but if you like him, feel free to make a move.” Crystal leaned forward. “Or if you end up being too shy because of the club, call me later and I’ll do it. But either way, enjoy the experience.”

“I should be shocked you and Albert have been there, but I guess I’m not.”

Crystal waggled her brows and gave Dixie a devilish smile. “Aren’t you the one who said every couple has to find their sexual groove and that no man or woman should be shy about their wants, needs, and desires?”

“Unless they’re criminal.”

Crystal cocked her head. “Why must you do that?”

“Because I hate it when you toss my words back at me.”

“Oh, Dixie.” Crystal gave her a good squeeze. “It’s time you got back in the game. I know Jeff did a number on you, but it’s been like eight months since you dumped his sorry ass.”

Dixie knew Crystal was right. Ever since she’d realized that Jeff would never leave his wife and that she was still allowing herself to be someone’s second choice because she didn’t believe she was good enough, smart enough, and sadly, pretty or sexy enough, she’d been slowly eating her way to ten more extra pounds.

Because that’s what food did when she used it for anything but fuel. It didn’t hear and support her. It only helped suppress and hide what was really going on. It was time she took her life back.

Again.

“So, who is this Zane guy, and how do you know him?” Dixie asked.

“He’s a manager at the club and a good family friend. He’s not a member or a dom or anything like that. He’s just a guy. Give him a call and tell him I sent you. He’ll show you around and answer any questions. He’ll be your safety net. Remember, there will be lots of couples like Albert and me there. It’s not some free-for-all sex orgy. A lot of committed partners who might be looking for a consensual threesome. Or those looking to bring someone into their marriage more permanently.”

“I don’t play well with others when it comes to my men—as we’ve learned.”

Crystal laughed. “That is true. But something tells me that asshole ex-boyfriend of yours kept you to bland sex, and you’re ready to spread your wings.”

Dixie burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you said that, and I’m so using that in my blog.” She hugged her friend. “And for the record. Yes. Jeff was boring as fuck in bed. Despite my lack of trying to get him to step out of his comfort zone. Hell, his idea of being kinky was doing it with me bent over the dresser in the hotel room so he could look at us in the mirror.”

“Doesn’t every couple do that?”

“That’s what I said. But he didn’t even like it when I talked to him while we were having sex. Or, God forbid, asked him to try sexting.” If Dixie were completely honest with herself, Jeff had been the kind of man she told women to stay away from. Not only because he was cheating on his wife, but also because he’d brought the ideals of being a man and the power that provided into the relationship. “He flipped when I randomly sent him a picture of the girls one day. He thought that was over the top.”

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