Adam
Ispent half the day fielding calls and texts.Only to those closest to me—pretty much the members of TSC—did I admit the engagement wasn’t real. First, people needed to believe the lie in order to sell it. Second, because…well, I didn’t like saying it was fake. It left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The pictures from the restaurant last night were all over. God, Adelaide looked sweet with her arms around me. More than a few blogs had magnified the picture of her ring. I read the comments because I was a glutton for punishment and praise, and I received a heavy dose of both. They were half and half. Some said her ring was ugly and I’d cheaped out on a small diamond, the others said it was perfect and she was a lucky girl.
The rest of my day was spent racking my fucking brain. Bits and pieces of the night of my party were coming back to me. I remembered being in the bathroom with Natalie, her octopus hands as she’d tried to help me take my soaking-wet shirt off, her asking me about Adelaide. Every time I’d been around her, she'd ask me about Adelaide, so it was all a blur.
I couldn’t believe she was engaged to Saul. Fucking gross. If I was single at seventy, I’d keep my wrinkly dick to myself.
Blocking that disgusting image out of my mind, I concentrated on what was most important: getting ready to see Adelaide and making her forgive me.
When it was finally time, I took a car to the club. Adelaide wouldn’t let me pick her up, and since this was her show, I didn’t fight her, even though it took all my willpower not to. I was choosing my battles with her. Iwouldbattle, just not tonight.
She’d texted that she was waiting for me at the bar, which had taken me aback. She wasn’t a member, and the club was strictly members only. But when I went inside, there she was, perched on a stool at the bar, in conversation with Andrew, the manager.
When our eyes connected across the room, she slipped off the stool, rising to her full, regal height plus a few inches added by the silver stilettos on her feet. She was in a dress, but it wasn’t one of her poofy, girly party dresses. This one was black, skintight, and barely skimmed the tops of her deep golden thighs. The neckline dipped loosely over her cleavage, and the straps holding the whole thing up were nothing but string. The sexiest part of it all was my ring snug on her finger. My dick perked up for the first time in a long, long while.
I reached her, slid my arm around her narrow waist to pull her close, and planted a kiss on her cheek. She smelled so good, I dipped my head to inhale along her neck. There wasn't any thought behind my action. It was automatic. I couldn’t help myself. Adelaide went stiff in my arms, her hand on my chest pushing me away subtly.
Andrew offered me his hand. “Welcome back, Mr. Wainwright. I trust you’ll be keeping to the two-drink maximum tonight.”
Pulling my attention from Adelaide, I nodded and shook his hand. “That won’t be a problem.”
“That’s good, since the lovely Adelaide has selected one of the rooms in the blue quadrant for you to use.” He turned to her. “It’s ready when you are. Have fun tonight.”
She gave him a real smile. “Oh, I will, Andrew. Don’t you worry.”
Andrew, who took his job managing this place as seriously as a neurosurgeon, gave her a chuckle. I’d never seen him crack a smile. He was more robot than human. Leave it to Adelaide to be the one to break him.
“The blue quad?” I asked.
The club had four distinct segments, and the blue quad was my playground. Lined with rooms of various themes, they were where exhibitionists and voyeurs met. Some rooms were wide open, so anyone would walk in or out, others were closed, with windows that were two-way mirrors. Inside one of those rooms, you never knewwhowas watching…or what they were doing.
She perched on her stool again, crossing her long legs. “Yes. Andrew and I had a nice chat today. He was extremely apologetic about the paparazzi showing up last time and asked how he could make it up to me. I told him I wanted a tour of the club. He gave me one when I arrived and explained the setup. I saw things, Adam.”
I raised a brow. “Naughty things?”
“Hot things. I’ll have to come back and explore more.”
“You’re not coming here without me,” I bit out.
She wrinkled her nose, the diamond in her nostril glinting. “That’s not very fun. I mean, I might like to watch, but I don’t think I’d enjoy seeing you dick down other women. We’d have to come on separate nights.”
“Stop talking.”
“Would you want that? To walk through the blue quadrant and see me with someone? Would you stop and watch?”
My hand shot out, gripping her nape and jerking her toward me. “Stop talking, Adelaide.”
“Why?” Her long lashes brushed the tops of her high cheekbones as she slowly blinked. “Why should I stop?”
“I don’t want to think about that.”
“Why not? You had no problem calling me down here to get you after you’d spent some quality time…was it in the blue quad? Or right out in the open?”
“Stop. Talking.”
“Fine.” She rose from the stool, aligning her body with mine. “No more talking. Let’s go to our room and play.”