Before I can change my mind, I blurt out, "Okay, let's do it. But what about Katie? You invited her to your birthday. How are we going to tell her we are going to a BDSM club? What if she freaks out?" She rubs her hands down her pant legs, avoiding my gaze.
"What's going on?" I mold my face into a frown.
Clearing her throat, she lifts her eyes then drops a bomb on me by disclosing that Katie is a submissive and the necklace I thought was beautiful is actually a collar her Master gave her at their commitment ceremony. Then she drops another bomb about Katie working as a part-time receptionist at Sebastian's club because the co-owner is her fiancé.
"If Katie didn't tell me she works at the Dominion, I'd have never guessed because when you ran off to the restroom, he marched past our table, giving us a quick nod. He gave no indication that he knows her." Maybe he didn't want to break employer/employee confidentiality.
"How come she told you but not me, when we've known each other longer?" I know I have no right to feel hurt or annoyed because I haven't fully opened up about my past.
"Oh, please don't get upset, babe. She wants to tell you but doesn't know how to bring it up. I put Katie on the spot by asking her if she chose the collar. You know me and my big mouth, especially after a couple of cocktails." She pouts her lips, giving me puppy eyes. I slap her knee playfully.
"I'm not upset. I'll talk to her after our workshop next week." Lifting my phone, my eyes widen in disbelief when I check the time on the phone.
"We've been chatting for hours. How about we go for a walk in the park and then have pizza at Marco's? My treat." She squeals with excitement. That's a yes, then?
Giving her a toothy grin, I jump to my feet, beckoning her to get up and follow me. We link our arms and scurry towards our bedrooms. I can do my research when we come back.