“Have a seat, Ben,” Roman began.
“I’d rather stand,” Ben countered, looking down at Roman.
“Suit yourself.” Roman shrugged. “It came to our attention tonight that you paid one of our girls to have sex with you.”
His face reddened before he burst out his defense. “That crack whore lied!”
“Watch your mouth Mr. Nance. Regardless of whether you think we’re stupid and are going to believe you after one of our oldest members admitted to breaking the rules with you, you need to understand that type of behavior is illegal and not tolerated.”
“Fine. I won’t do it again.” He brushed off the underlying problem and addressed Roman like he was an underling. Roman took pleasure in putting the disrespectful idiot in his place.
“Did you forget the contract you signed? There is no second chance. Your membership is revoked.”
“You can’t fucking do that!” Ben’s face grew red while he raged. “I am a paid member.”
“A paid member on probation,” Roman stood up, unfazed by Ben’s tantrum, “who happened to get another member kicked out because you decided to treat her like a prostitute. We don’t sell sex here, and your membership is revoked. Marco will see you out.”
Ben lurched forward but stopped when Marco grabbed him from behind to hold him back. “I will end you!” he screamed. “You’re done!” Marco half-dragged, half-carried the irate man out of Roman’s office.
4
Every word of the contract lay in front of her, instructing Alexandra on what the membership and their agreement expected. She had wanted to tear into it as soon as he gave it to her, but pretended to act maturely while he smugly told her if she wanted him, she would get back to him within a week. Want him? He made her come harder than she had in months. The only thing holding her back was the contract, which the lawyer in her had to read over entirely, particularly the fine print.
She figured it was pretty standard, as far as sex club contracts went, and Roman seemed to be running a clean house. Plus, she had to get tested for STDs—a precaution some may find off-putting—that only made her respect him more. She had one person she wanted to talk to about what transpired, the one who got her in the club in the first place.
“Blair.”
She heard rustling on the other side before Blair responded. “What’s up? Did you get a date with the one-eyed snake?”
“The snake stayed in its hole.” Alexandra settled into the couch with her glass of wine, smiling as she remembered the evening.
“Pity.” Blair tsked. “How did you go to a sex club and not get laid? You’re the only horny woman I know who would go to a sex club for a meeting. You need to be meeting with a cock in a bed.”
“Because I’m not in the mood to hook up with a bunch of randoms. We talked about this. I want a lover, not a harem, and I think Roman is more than up to the task.”
“Roman, huh? Isn’t he the owner?”
“Yeah. I had to twist his arm to get him to do it.” And promise things she didn’t want to have to deliver. “How did you know he’s the owner?” Blair had given Alexandra the contact information but nothing more, and it wasn’t like she would tell Alexandra if she was a member.
The silence spoke volumes while a sneaky suspicion invaded Alexandra’s thoughts. “Oh, I just heard it from my friend.”
“Blair, have you ever been to the club?”
“Maybe,” she hedged.
Alexandra drank her wine, contemplating what Blair had just said, but one question stood out. “How could you not tell me this? I thought you had heard about this from someone else.”
“Tell the girl whose vag has closed shop for the winter her friend is getting her jollies in a back room of an exclusive sex club? How well do you believe that conversation would have gone over? Besides, I didn’t say I went, I said maybe. Derrick and I haven’t been in there, although it hasn’t been for lack of trying.” Derrick was Blair’s husband, so it would make sense they would apply to get into the club together.
“You’re being evasive with half-truths. Either you are members of the sex club or you aren’t. You sex fiends.”
“We aren’t. We applied, but received a rejection letter. Valentine’s is very exclusive, which is why I’m surprised you got in.”
“Well, I have no idea why I got in, or why you guys were rejected. You guys seem like the type he would allow in—rich, gorgeous, and willing. Hell, I propositioned the owner to sleep with me and he didn’t kick me out.” Alexandra looked down at her glass, realized it was empty, and grabbed the bottle for a refill.
“What the hell? I thought you’d go there, get some of the D, and keep it moving. You were supposed to contact him for membership, not offer to sleep with him. You’ve always been ‘go big or go home’, but this is extreme, even for you. Although, I heard he doesn’t sleep with members, so I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”
Blair’s words echoed what she’d heard, and prompted the excitement she felt thinking she was different. “Well…call me a quasi-member, because he promised to get me off on the regular.”
Blair gasped on the other end of the phone. “Go Alexandra. You’re my new hero.”
Alexandra smirked, even though Blair wasn’t there to see it. “I’m your only hero.”
“Still counts.”
She chuckled. “Well, you’ve always been my hero, so I guess we’re equal. And thanks for suggesting it. It still freaks me out, not even going to lie, but desperate times and all that.”
Blair laughed, as she always did when they discussed Alexandra’s sex life. “I know it does. Because straight-laced Alexandra Francis Kane would not do anything to jeopardize making partner and showing everyone she’s just like her famous daddy. But just consider all the endorphins from all the sex you’re going to be getting soon.”
Blair was right, Alexandra wanted to make partner because she wanted to live up to Marcus Kane’s legacy. Her dad had been on the fast track to being a federal judge before he was killed in a plane crash coming home from an event at the White House, leaving his wife and young daughters to grieve. Partnership with her firm was the first stop for ensuring his legacy lived on. She would not fail, and then all the sacrifices she made would be worth it.
“Damn right, I’m going to be partner. And between hip hop dance and spin class, I get enough endorphins, so that’s not a good reason.”
“Who wants exercise endorphins?” Blair scoffed. “I want the sexy kind, where you’ve been fucked ten ways to Sunday and can’t move because your legs are jelly. You want to talk about feeling good? Those will make you feel damn good.”
“How did I miss you were such a slut?”
“It’s my alter ego. She doesn’t come out to play in mixed company but she loves to pop up when I’m drunk, which is why Derrick never complains when I go out for girls’ night. He always says he wants a freak in the sheets and a lady on the streets.”
“Ew, TMI. How am I going to be able to talk to your husband again knowing that?”
Blair laughed off her complaint. “You’re the one who brought it up.”
“Much to my dismay, Sister Slut, I did follow you down that rabbit hole. But your inner slut is going to have to play by herself, because I have to finish prepping for this case before I go to bed and tomorrow’s a long day.” She didn’t, but she wanted to get off the phone so she could finish reading through the paperwork Roman gave her.
“Of course you do. Tell me this, though. Is tomorrow long as in ‘I have a lot of stuff to do’ or long as in ‘Roman is long and I get to see him’?”
Alexandra shook her head; some things never changed. “Goodnight. I’m not telling you about any of my sexy time.”