Chapter Six
Sunny fidgeted, sitting in her car, anxiety like a passenger for her.
What thehellwas she doing here?
She sat outside the club, but whereas last time she’d had no idea what she’d encounter inside, this time she damn well knew.
Connor, Garrison and Trent were inside. They’d already send her a message letting her know, so any hope she’d have that they’d not show had left.
She’d spent the rest of the week without seeing them, though each man had sent her messages. It had been strange, to get texts so casually, but before long, she’d caught herself smiling as she’d looked at her phone.
The silent call she had received had been a dead end, with the person Connor knew not able to turn up anything about who had placed it. Nothing else had happened—no new calls—so Sunny chalked it all up to one big mistake. Just a wrong number, and her anxiety.
Her phone beeped, and she peered down to find Trent’s name.
You’re going to get old if you don’t get out of that car.
She glared at her phone, as if it might transfer to him—and her not being in the same building made her rebellion safe.
Still, she couldn’t move.
Maybe her legs had more sense than the rest of her.
It wasfarsafer to be outside, to drive away and never look back, to tell them it had been a huge mistake and she was out.
Except…her body refused to do that, either.
When her phone rang, she jumped. She lifted the cell to her ear and answered with a sullen, “Hello?”
“Are you ever going to get the courage to come on in?” Garrison’s voice, smooth and sweet, let her pull in a breath as she rested her forehead on the steering wheel.
“What if this is a mistake?”
“Then you make a mistake. At least you’ll know it is one, though. If you drive away right now, you’ll always wonder.”
He was right, of course. If she left, she’d never get this out of her head. She’d forever think, ‘what if?’
“I’m surprised you haven’t come out to get me.”
“That isn’t how this works,” Garrison said, the background noise quieting as if he’d stepped away from the crowd. “I told you before—we won’t force you. We won’t press the issue. It has to be your choice to come in, your choice to play with us, your choice to do any of it.”
Andthatwas part of the problem. If they’d been rude or overbearing, she could have dismissed the whole thing. “This would be a lot easier if you weren’t so nice,” she said.
“You know, calling Dominants nice is a sure way for us to prove to you we aren’t.” His playful words didn’t strike fear in her, probably because he hadn’t usedDom, because he’d made it clear that it was still entirely her choice.
That gave her the courage. “Okay. Give me a minute.”
“Sure thing, Sunny.”
Sunny.The name on his lips sounded…good. Sweet and endearing and far more appealing than it should have been. When she hung up and slid the phone into her purse, she tipped the rear-view mirror so she could see herself.
She swiped her thumbs beneath each eye for any mascara that had smeared during her mini freak-out.
Her clothing had been sent to her house from the men, something that had made her uneasy and yet somehow also happy. She didn’t like that they’d taken the liberty but was also flattered that they cared, as though the forethought showed she mattered to them. She wore a skirt that fell to her knees but had enough volume to twirl, and the crinoline beneath was pink to match her eyeliner and lipstick. The top was a corset that tied up the back, giving her some actual cleavage, which was rare for her.
The outfit wasfarsexier than the last time she’d come, but that time she’d been terrified of calling attention to herself. She’d been all alone in a sea that she hadn’t understood, without backup or help.
This time she’d be there with three men who were…