“Wow, okay, thank you.” I hold a hand to my chest. “You really gave me a scare there,” I joke.
“I’m so sorry about that, Mr. Wolfe.” She sounds sincerely apologetic and a little too serious.
“Please, call me Owen.” I flash her my signature billion-dollar smile. “My father is Mr. Wolfe.”
“Yes, right…” she chuckles. “Owen.”
“So, should I go to the third floor now?” I ask expectantly.
“Yes.” Heather nods her head in approval. “Please take this key and make your way upstairs. You will see Crystal’s door is the first one on the left, right when you step off the elevators.”
“Thank you so much.” I bid Heather goodbye and make my eager trek upstairs.
The elevator dings on the third floor and dumps me out into a softly lit hallway. The décor of the area is much like it is downstairs, with red velvet drapes over the windows and gold trim railings against the walls.
The carpet is also red with little diamond shapes. Everything is warm, inviting and fucking sexy as hell.
I lick my lips and rap my knuckles against the door with the word “Crystal” splaying across the middle on a gold-plated plaque.
Everything I have wanted up to this moment comes rushing back to my head as the blood fills my hardening cock. I feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears, making a swooshing sound.
When the door opens, I’m surprised that it’s not Crystal on the other side, but a growly looking bald man. “Um,” I glance down the hallway, “I think I might have the wrong room.” I chuckle nervously.
“You’re in the right place.” He nods gruffly and gestures me to come inside.
“You’re Owen Wolfe, right?” he asks.
“That’s me, guilty as charged.” I bounce on my heels and try to joke with this douche, but he’s clearly not up for my bullshit today.
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbles and clicks something on a laptop beside him which I’m assuming has my name on it.
“There’s a lot of security to get to Crystal,” I note.
Baldy (yes that’s what I’m nicknaming him since I don’t know his actual name) doesn’t even give me the time of day or appease me with a response.
“So, now what?” I ask, feeling impatient.
“There’s your assigned room,” Baldy says flatly and gestures a bored hand across the way. “Go in there, and Crystal will be in shortly.”
“Okay…thanks,” I say and stand there for a few seconds.
When I realize it’s clear he’s not leaving his watch station and he’s not going to engage me in any further conversation, I quietly step away and shut the door to my assigned room behind me.
I take a deep breath and glance around the room, scoping the place out.
There’s a bed with velvet rope around it and privacy drapes. I assume I’m supposed to get undressed and lay there while I wait for Crystal, which is what I do.
I take measured, slow breaths and try to convince myself that this is what I wanted all along, and that Crystal is the grand finale, the prize that will make me the envy of all my friends and fellow club members.
Getting involved with Molly was a mistake, and I should never again try to invest my time in a woman who wants something more from me that I’m uncommitted to reciprocate.
Crystal appears a few moments later, and she literally takes my breath away with her staggering beauty.
“Wow,” I mouth, more to myself than to her, and I simply lay there, naked and exposed, but also feeling the stun of a million volts of electricity as she begins to undress in front of me.
Crystal can only be described as the perfect clone of Aphrodite, but Crystal may actually be even more spectacular than that.
She has toned muscles, though it’s not overdone. Her skin tone is bronze and glorious. Her long hair falls below her shoulders like fresh fucking spun silk.