Page 51 of The Player's Club
“And by yourself?” Delilah leaned forward toward me. “Where’s the pretty girl you’ve been hanging around with?”
“I’m alone tonight.”
“Hmm. I talked to her, you know. Definitely not the usual type of woman who comes around here. She was like a deer in headlights. It was cute but odd.” Delilah’s gaze sliced through me. “You don’t usually go for the sweet, innocent ones.”
“Since when do you know what type of woman I go for?”
“Darling, I’ve been working this club since before you showed up with your pretty face and tight ass. I know everything that goes on around here.”
“Even more than Serena does?” I asked wryly.
Delilah snorted. “I’d say so. I can tell you that guy over there in the gold mask? He begged me to peg him the first time we had a session. And that guy in the orange shirt? He loves when I play his stepmother.”
I held up a hand. “Christ, I get it. You know everything. The CIA should probably hire you.”
“Who’s to say they haven’t?” Her grin was wicked. “But enough about me. What’s up with you?”
I almost considered telling Delilah everything, but she wasn’t exactly my therapist. And she had no reason to keep any information I divulged to herself.
“Do you have any recommendations of scenes to watch tonight?” I asked instead.
“Hmm, well, Ariadne and Tessa are doing an orgy tonight. I think it’s up to ten people. I swear it probably started five hours ago.”
When I was about to go find said orgy, Delilah stopped me. “That girl. Roxy, right? Be careful with her.”
I waited for her to explain herself, raising a single eyebrow.
“She’s clearly not one for this world. Whatever you’ve gotten her to agree to . . .” Delilah shrugged. “She just seems like the type who catches feelings easily. And you and I both know you’re the type of guy who women always end up falling for.”
“Baby, are you saying you’re in love with me?” I joked.
Delilah rolled her eyes. “I’m not your baby, sweetheart. And besides, you’re not my type. I don’t do Doms, remember?”
I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Too bad. Because I’d pay big money to watch your ass get whipped good.”
She waved me away, clearly done with me. As I meandered, trying to find some entertainment to watch, Delilah’s words stuck in my brain no matter how hard I tried to shake them loose.
Had I made a mistake in getting into an arrangement with Elodie? I hadn’t pushed her. She’d signed the contract of her own free will. Besides, she was an intelligent woman. She knew what she was doing . . . right?
The thought of hurting Elodie was like a blow to the chest. How had she already managed to wheedle her way into my life like this?If I weren’t careful, I’d be the one catching feelings. Which was preposterous—I never got emotionally involved.
Not since Caroline, that is. Caroline. My chest ached. I’d come here to forget, and here I was thinking about her. I shook my head as I went in desperate search of anything that would take my mind off her.
I found the right room and sat near the front, taking in the scene: Ariadne and Tessa were making out while three men serviced them. One guy was lying on the floor eating Ariadne out, another fucking her in the ass from behind, while the third guy was fingering Tessa and rubbing her engorged clit. The five other people were fucking around them, the sounds of flesh against flesh intense and arousing.
But even as my body got more aroused watching the scene, my mind kept going to other places. Enjoying the club without Elodie felt wrong in a strange way. We hadn’t signed any agreement that we’d be monogamous. For all I knew, Elodie was dating other guys besides me.
That thought alone made me want to punch the wall. Was that possible? Would Elodie date multiple guys at once?
Calm your tits, I told myself. Hadn’t she broken up with her boyfriend before she’d ever considered sleeping with me?Remembering that brought me relief. That’s right. It wouldn’t make sense for her to be taking up with anyone new besides me if she’d just broken up with her boyfriend. Or at least I had to tell myself that.
I drank a few more whiskeys, needing the buzz of the alcohol to tame my racing thoughts. But by the time the club closed, I was ready to return home and sleep.
Unfortunately for me, my dreams were filled with both Caroline and Elodie—thankfully none of them together. That would have definitely fucked me up even worse. By the time I woke up around noon, I was still exhausted and vaguely hungover.
I texted Elodie. Dinner tonight?
When she replied within seconds, I smiled for the first time in twenty-four hours.