He waited politely until Lana nodded, wrapping her hand firmly around his. “I’m Lana.” She smiled up at him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Carl,” he replied, “and the pleasure is all mine.”
He nodded to the waiter. “Guinness, and whatever the lady is having.”
“Oh, I have one here, thanks anyway.” She tapped the full glass with her fingernail.
“Please, sweetheart, let me buy you a drink.” His lips curved upward to meet his warm eyes.
Lana lowered her shoulders and slipped to the edge of the bar stool. “Okay then–a Gin and T please.”
Carl made himself comfortable and talked about his logistics business that focused on the transportation of luxury goods.
He owned a fleet of nearly one hundred vehicles, which were mainly based in the UK. Joining the club had opened many doors for his business as well as his sex life.
His wife, Lorraine, was Scottish and they lived in London, flying over to Belfast for every secret club night, when they had the time.
There was no sexual spark; in fact, Carl was verging on tedious. Yet on first impressions he was charming with a clean-cut handsome edge.
His flirtatious knowing smile and frequent lingering touch made Lana’s decision simple. Carl would be a good choice to break the ice with.
“What do you do for a living?” His attention was solely on her as he raised his glass to his lips.
“Stuck behind a desk all day shuffling papers, unfortunately.” She giggled and swept the lengths of her hair behind her shoulders with a sultry flick.
The delightful throb between her thighs had dispersed yet she desperately wanted it to return so she could get the first night in Verto Veneri over with.
Drawing a breath deep into her lungs, she exhaled with control. “Do you want to be my first, Carl?” She peeked up at him under her lashes.
Her false confidence was fuelled by the many alcoholic drinks that sloshed around in her belly.
He leant back in the bar stool and put his hands behind his head. “WOW, straight in there, Lana,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in approval. “I’d be honoured. I knew you’d be up for it.” He winked. “I love getting a hold of the new members. Seeing it from a fresh set of eyes makes the whole thing even more of a turn on. I’ll go get us a room.”
She blinked rapidly and threaded the ends of her hair. “Okay then. I’ll go freshen up.” She nodded, edging off the bar stool and tugging the hem of her dress down.
“I’ll head upstairs and get ready. Donna Marie will give you a key card when you’re ready.”.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the room,” she almost squeaked in a high pitch tone as the reality sank to the pit of her stomach.