Page 3 of Boss of Her

“Maybe those two didn’t get the message,” Renee said.

Jade shook her head. “Why do you want me to stay, anyway? Why do you even want to be here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Jade blinked. “You mean, you’re into this kind of thing?”

“Well, yeah. It’s the real reason I wanted to come here tonight.”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t know that about you.”

“Look, I know this probably isn’t your thing. You’re not the most adventurous, or the most experienced.”

Jade scowled. She didn’t need Renee to remind her of that.

“But aren’t you even a little curious?”

Jade looked around the room.Wasshe curious about all this?

“You don’t have to answer that,” Renee said. “Even if you aren’t interested, will you at least stay a little while? You know, keep me company?”

Jade studied Renee’s face. Was this her friend’s way of telling her she was nervous about being here alone? Renee would never admit something like that.

And maybe she had a point. Maybe Jade was a bit high-strung. Maybe she did need to have some fun.

Maybe she was a littlecurious.

“What the hell,” Jade said. “I’ll stay.”

Renee smiled. “Great. Who knows, you might meet someone. Get a little action.”

Jade rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on, isn’t it time you got laid?”

“I’m not as inexperienced as you think.”

“Uh-huh. Do you have a secret girlfriend you never told me about?”

Not exactly.But Jade didn’t want to think abouthernow. Or ever again.

“Like I said, just keep an open mind.” Renee plucked two glasses of champagne from a passing server. “Here, a drink will help.”

She handed a glass to Jade. Jade sipped it slowly, looking around the room. “I can’t believe how many people are here. Who knew so many women were interested in, well, you know.”

“Are you kidding? I can’t remember the last time I slept with a woman who didn’t beg me to tie her up or spank her. But I have a type.”

Warmth crept up Jade’s face. She was used to Renee’s uncensored comments about her sex life, but they still made her blush.

“It’s about time we got a club like this in LA,” Renee said. “I heard it was started by a bunch of rich lesbians to give women a place of our own to have fun and express ourselves. I can’t wait to check out The Playroom.”

“What’s that?” Jade asked.

Renee grinned. “You’ll see. Come on.”

Champagne in hand, she led Jade to a large room off the main area of the club. Inside, half a dozen stations were scattered around. And at each station, a scene played out. In the corner, a woman kneeled inside a cage, dressed in an outfit that made lingerie look modest. Nearby, a curvy blonde lay bound toa bench as another woman drew her fingers along the backs of her thighs with one hand, a long, thin whip held in the other.

But that didn’t prepare Jade for the woman who walked straight past them wearing nothing but a thong. Her torso was covered in crisscrossing ropes, forming intricate patterns over and around her breasts and stomach, the same ropes binding her hands behind her back.

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