Page 54 of Dirty Plans

I want to ask him to elaborate. I want to learn what he likes about it. But somewhere in the back of my head alarm bells are ringing. I shouldn’t want to know this about him. It’s none of my business.

I turn to him, fanning myself. “Well, this place certainly inspires the hanky-panky. I don’t understand why the Upper Tier needs any more encouragement.”

“Many of them have never used their invitation. I think that’s why Noah wants to lure them in. We’ve been running this side of the club for months now and he wants them to see Nocté as more thanjusta sex club, you know?”

I nod, breathing heavier than I was before. This place—its vibe makes my head spin and my libido kick in. If I had been invited, I think I’d have a hard time staying away.

Which would be problematic, considering it caters to one night stands.

Granted, I’d never want the life experience that brings the invite, either. Being cheated on, it’s the worst feeling in the world. I only had it happen to me once—when I was seventeen—and it sucked.

But it does make me jealous that Nocté is a club that’s only meant for that type of clientele. Something in me would love to experience it without the emotional turmoil all of that brings.

If there was a club like this for normal couples…

The thought of bringing Seth here, or to any place like it, stops me in my tracks.

What am I thinking?

That would never,everhappen.

“Come on. I’ll show you the first couple of rooms. They’re all pretty similar. Then we can set up in the lounge area.”

London guides me to the first room, using a keycard he had in his pocket to unlock the door. He steps aside, allowing me the space to enter the room first.

To say it’s breathtaking is an understatement.

It’s a sexual oasis.

The bed is massive and obviously the main feature of the room. It’s covered in a variety of pillows of various textures and sizes. The dark red bedspread flows to the ground, looking like an invitation all on its own. There are two large cushy chairs on the right side of the room and a large black X propped up in the corner.

“What’s that?” I ask, stepping into the room. It has iron loops on all four corners and I’m pretty sure I know what they’re meant for. But I can’t stop myself from asking.

London follows my gaze, then clears his throat softly. “A Saint Andrews Cross.”

He doesn’t explain any further than that and I’m glad he doesn’t. I can look it up later when I’m not totally embarrassed by what I find.

As it is, my mind is whirling, wondering how many people have used this room and what kinds of acts have occurred.

Goosebumps flash across my skin and I inhale sharply. “You know, I think I’ve seen enough. Let’s go to the um”—I lick my lips, suddenly parched—“let’s go to the lounge now.”

“Sure.” He turns to face the door and I rush past him, needing to be out of the room and in a place less sexually charged.

“Which way is it?” I ask, suddenly desperate to be in a normal location. I start pointing in random directions.

London grabs hold of my arm and tugs. “This way.”

When we reach the lounge, it looks more like an enormous living room. It’s full of lush couches and chairs with pillows and interestingly shaped seating.

There are a couple of coffee tables, so I take a seat on one of the couches and drop my briefcase. I try to settle my pulse but it’s extremely difficult.

Come on, Lily. This is a job.You are working.

No reason to get all bent out of shape.

London takes a seat next to me and places his hands on his lap. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah.Sure. Right as rain. Why?” I ask, my voice coming out in a squeak.

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