Page 5 of Flirt Away

“I’m glad you’re not with him anymore and not just because of the vanilla sex, but he wanted a little woman to be at the door to greet him with a smile and a beverage. That is not you.”

“You can say that again, sister.” There was no equality in whatever she’d had with Jeff, and even though she occasionally wanted to be dominated in bed, she didn’t want that in her life.

Not even close.

“So, I’m just supposed to call this dude and say, ‘Hey, show me around the sex club?’”

“Pretty much. Or if you don’t want to hang around Allure, you could ask him on a date. Still, tell him I sent you. He’d actually know what that meant,” Crystal said, glancing at her watch. “Shit, I didn’t realize the time. I’ve got to get going. Let me know how it turns out.”

“Wait. You told him you’d set him up?”

Crystal shrugged.

“Wonderful.” Dixie sat on the bench, clutching her cell, watching the ferry dock at the port. Her heart hammered in her chest. If she didn’t contact this Zane guy now, she’d keep putting it off until it was too late. She needed to get out of this funk before it became something deeper.

And darker.

She inhaled sharply, holding the cool Seattle salty air in her lungs for a count of ten before letting it out slowly.

She tapped the contact information and almost immediately got Zane’s sexy, sultry voice message.

“Hey. It’s Zane Pierce. I can’t take your call right now, but leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” He sounded like a cross between Keanu Reeves and Christian Slater.

Talk about dreamy.

His voice rolled over her senses like hot fudge melting on ice cream.

“Um. Hi. I got your number from my friend Crystal Morning about checking out Club Allure—not a date or anything.” Shit. That was stupid. “Anyway, wanting to see if it’s something I might be interested in. Crystal said I should call you to set up a time to check things out. You can reach me at 861-556-9326. Call or text, but texting will be best since I’ll be with patients all day.” With a trembling finger, she tapped the red button. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that.”

Her phone vibrated in her hands.

She jumped, and the cell flipped out of her hands like a fish out of water, flopping on land. A rollerblader had to make a quick move not to run it over—or her fingers—as she reached for it. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

Thankfully, the screen hadn’t cracked since she’d neglected to put her case on… per usual.

Zane:Hi, Dixie. This is Zane. Got your message. Crazy morning. Let me know if you’re free tonight. I can put you on the list as my guest—not a date, haha. How does 8 sound? Just text to confirm and I’ll send the information on how to get in and all the protocols.

“No way.” All the air in Dixie’s lungs flew out like a bird diving into the water on a mission to find its favorite meal. She hadn’t expected him to get back to her in a matter of minutes.

Or to get an invite to an exclusive sex club so quickly.

But she’d be damned if she backed out now.

Dixie:That’s perfect. Thank you.

If nothing else, she would give the readers ofCreate the Dewsomething to get a little hot and bothered over.

3

Part of Zane’s job at Club Allure with new membership was to ensure that the privacy of those in attendance was respected. However, he hated doing deep-dives on people’s social media accounts. This one should be easy. She came recommended by a club member.

The wife of a cop.

A close personal friend.

He blinked. Crystal had always been kind to him and it shouldn’t surprise him that she wanted to fix him up. The fact that Dixie had made mention of it made him wonder if she’d turned down the date in lieu of getting into Allure. It shouldn’t bother him, but in a way it did. Crystal wouldn’t consider him if she didn’t think Dixie was his type.

He rubbed his eyes and stared at the computer. There was nothing worse than trying to do due diligence with a potential client who barely existed on social media.

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