She lifted a hand to her throat and fidgeted with her pearls. “I’m intimated.”
His brows lifted. “Already?”
She looked at him. “Look at this place. Tinted windows, six, maybe eight stories high, silver casing and branding.”
Xavier nodded.
“Look at the guests.” They watched small groups of women go in.
“No men,” Xavier noted.
Corinne looked at him. “You said this was where women went to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then it makes sense that no men would be here but then, how are we as a couple going to be observers?”
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
Xavier opened his door.
“Wait.”
He looked over at Corinne. “Are you getting cold feet?”
“No. It’s just. Well, you set this up, so you don’t know how this goes for us?”
“Not one hundred percent. I asked the most important questions to ensure you—wewould be safe and walking into a good experience.”
Her eyes went back to the building, and she nodded. “Okay.”
Xavier left the car and opened her door, taking her hand to help her out. As she slid into his embrace, he gazed at her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Positive. It’s me wanting to know everything down to the tiniest detail that makes me hesitant, but…. That’s why we’re here, right? This is our test night, and if everything is cool, then maybe we’ll become members.”
“Members?” Xavier’s eyes grew wide then he chuckled. “Girl, are you trying to turn me out or something?”
She tossed her head back and laughed. “As if you’re not already turned.”
He nodded his smile wide, offering up a wink. “You got me there.”
“Yeah, I do.”
He twirled her, and she stepped out of the way of the closing car door. The alarm chirped as he locked the doors, and they strolled to the entrance without pausing as the doors opened.
They were metwith multi-colored lights that spun from the ceiling. Usher was playing in the surround sound in the background, but the music was muffled as if a noise blocker kept the high tones from spilling into the entrance area.
A woman stood at a podium speaking to another guest. She handed the guest off to another hostess who disappeared around the corner. Bringing her eyes to Xavier and Corinne, the woman smiled. She didn’t look older than twenty-one, impressionable with a bob haircut and Black cat-shaped prescription glass across her eyes.
“Hello,” her high-pitched voice rang out, “The Den is a women’s only club and—”
“They’re with me, Sasha.”
The deep feminine voice turned the heads of both Corinne and Xavier. Walking from the right hallway into their space, a woman with long flowing hair, and dreadlocks at the edges, held her hand up, pausing in front of them.
“Good evening. I’m Daniella. Welcome to The Den.”
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