Kyra made an excited little squeal in the back of her throat. “And? How was it?”
“It was amazing.” I couldn’t deny that part of the night had been out of this world. “He made sure it was good for me.”
“I’m glad it was Donovan Black who won you,” Kyra said. “I knew he’d treat you well.”
“It was good, until I discovered he’s some kind of deviant,” I muttered.
“Whoa, what are you talking about? He has one of the cleanest reputations at the club.”
I wasn’t sure how to explain what I’d seen, but I knew Kyra wasn’t going to judge me if I stuttered and stumbled over my words.
“It’s… complicated.”
“How? Jessica, talk to me.”
I winced and glanced in the direction of the driver, lowering my voice. “Well, he has a torture room.”
“A what?”
“A torture room,” I repeated. “I found it when I was looking for the restroom.”
“Torture? Or pleasure?”
He’d said there was a fine line between both. Was there? Kyra seemed to be implying the same thing.
“I don’t know. He had weird instruments in there, and devices designed to—” I glanced up again at the driver, who was focused on the road and not on me. Even so my cheeks heated as I said, “—cause pain.”
Kyra sighed down the line. “Like what?”
“Floggers. Canes. Places to tie someone up. Lots and lots of toys. You know… those kinds of toys.” Heat rose in my cheeks again. I was going to die of embarrassment before I got back to my apartment.
“Honey, did you even give him a chance to show you what that room is for?”
“No. I freaked and got the hell out of there.”
“That’s a shame. There’s a lot of fun to be had in that kind of room, Jessica. Someone like Donovan, with his experience, would be able to take you to the brink only to bring you back over and over. I’m a little jealous.”
My mouth gaped open. “You are?”
She laughed. “Yeah, honey. I wish I knew a good looking businessman with a sex dungeon.”
Okay, maybe I’d been a little rash. “I was scared and I thought the worst,” I admitted.
“Okay, I’m coming over,” Kyra insisted. “We need to talk.”
“Thanks,” I said and hung up.
When the cab pulled up outside my apartment, I paid the driver and headed inside. As I stepped inside my apartment, I felt claustrophobic, like the space was too small. I’d broadened my horizons last night in ways I didn’t anticipate and although I didn’t expect to feel differently, I did. I wasn’t the same person I was when I left for the club.
And not because I was no longer a virgin, but because I’d crossed a line by fucking Donovan, my boss. It was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed and I’d have to live with those consequences. The thought of leaving my job made me want to cry. I loved working for him and I loved spending time with him too.
I felt something more for him now that we’d had sex, and I had a feeling I’d done irreparable damage to any chance of us having a relationship by my snap judgment of his secret room and his sexual desires when I really hadn’t given him the opportunity to show me that part of his life. I’d unfairly judged him based on my own fears.
I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, setting up the machine as my mind whirled. After I put it on to percolate, I grabbed two mugs ready for Kyra arriving.
She didn’t take long to get there.
The pot had barely finished doing its thing when there was a knock on the door.