Sophia
The plan for the evening is to eat dinner at a restaurant and then go to Club M. That means that whatever I wear tonight can't be too risqué. Not that I have fetish clothing, anyway.
I wear a black knit dress that hugs my curves. It has spaghetti straps and leaves my arms and much of my cleavage bare, and the hem stops just above my knees. It's not the most adventurous dress in the world, but when Damien and Julian pick me up, heat flares in their eyes.
“You look amazing,” Damien says.
“It’s a very nice dress,” Julian agrees. He gives me a devilish grin. “Pity you won't be wearing it long.”
Ha. That’s not a pity. It’s part of the plan.
Damien is driving today. I start to open the back passenger door, but Julian tells me to sit in the front. “For the moment, anyway.”
“But you have longer legs,” I protest.
A smile flickers across his face. “I insist.”
I know that smile. “Are you planning something?”
“Of course I am,” he replies calmly. “And no, Sophia, I’m not going to tell you what it is. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Highfield doesn't have a wide range of restaurant options, so we drive to La Vecchia, the local Italian restaurant. Their lasagna is to die for, but I skip it tonight in favor of a salad. I don't usually turn down pasta—I never met a carb I didn't love—but tonight, I want to eat light. A stomach full of lasagna does not make me feel sexy.
“Would you like a drink?” the waitress asks me.
I’m going to a sex club after this. Drinking is probably not a good idea, right? I look at the two men inquiringly. “Would I like a drink?”
The waitress gives me an odd look. “You can have one drink tonight,” Damien answers. “It's your choice about whether you want it now or later.”
Something tells me I'm going to need a drink when I get to Club M. “Later, then,” I say. I smile at the waitress. “I'll just have a glass of water.”
“Me too,” Julian says.
“And me.” Damien leans back. “Waters all around, please.” He waits for her to get out of earshot and then turns to me. “She thinks I’m controlling you.”
So he noticed the way the waitress looked at us. “She probably does. Do you care?”
“Do you?” he counters.
I shake my head. “If she’s looking out for me, then I appreciate it. But if she’s judging me, that’s her problem, not mine.”
“That’s your answer then,” he says. “If you don’t care, I don’t either.”
I finish my salad and decline the offer of dessert. Damien gestures for the check and flatly refuses to allow me to chip in. “No,” he says. “I invited you to dinner, and I'll pay.”
I roll my eyes and don’t press the issue, at least not until we’re in the parking lot. “What about if I invite you out to dinner?” I ask. “Will you let me pay, then?”
Julian laughs. “No, he won’t,” he says. He puts his hand on the small of my back and steers me toward the car. “And neither will I.”
Damien unlocks the car. I start to move toward the front, but Julian nudges me toward the back seat. “This time,” he says, “You're getting in with me.”
Julian had something planned. I guess I'm going to find out what that is now.
Dinner was just a prelude. The evening is finally beginning.
My pulse races.
Julian waitsuntil Damien pulls out of the parking lot and lifts a plastic bag from the floor. “About tonight,” he says. “How hard do you want to play?”