Seduction - Chapter 27
Friday
I walked through the opening of the wall. Someone yelled my name from behind me, but I ignored them. I could only think about one thing…slapping my cocky husband.
There was a red curtain behind the wall, blocking off my path. I looked around, and then the ground started to shake. I looked behind me to see the wall behind me closing shut. Shit.
I had not thought this through. I had no idea where we were and no idea what was behind that curtain. And now I couldn’t turn back to my friends.
But I could hear voices. I inched toward the curtain and the voices grew louder. I found a parting and pushed through it. And I stumbled into another curtained-off area. Five men in nothing but banana hammocks and big monkey masks all slowly turned toward me.
And for the second time tonight, I thought I was going to be murdered. I screamed at the top of my lungs and pushed through a different opening in the curtain.
Behind this one was a group of guys changing into stripper costumes. Probably about to do what my husband and friends had just done.
And even though a few of them were half naked, they were much less scary than the monkey men behind curtain #2.
“Where are we?” I asked and stepped toward the closest one who was already in full costume. He was dressed like a police officer.
He gave me a weird look. “The Society.”
“The what?”
“It’s invite only. Wait, did you not fill out all the forms?”
“Um…”
He took another step toward me. “Miss, how did you get in here?” He put his hands on his belt like he was about to pull out a taser or something.
Oh my God. I looked over at the other guys changing and they were all pulling on police uniforms. And now I wasn’t sure they were about to be a stripper police office. Because the one in front of me was acting like a real police officer. I was about to be swarmed by cops.
“The Society, right. Of course I filled out all the forms.” What the fuck?! “Gotta go!” I sprinted through another gap in the curtains and almost ran straight into Mason.
“Thank God,” I said and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mason was fully clothed again in a freshly pressed suit. He stared down at me, a cloud of smoke around his head. He pulled the cigar out of the corner of his mouth.
“What are you doing back here?” he asked.
Tanner walked in through another curtain and waved his hand through the air. “So what do you think? It’s a win, right?” He paused when he saw me and quickly lowered his arm. “Hey, Penny.” He looked back and forth between Mason and me. “I didn’t know you were a member.”
“She’s not,” Mason said firmly. “It was a bachelorette party thing.”
“Well, did you enjoy it?” Tanner asked.
Yeah, until my husband molested everyone but me. “Sure. I just…” I pointed over my shoulder. “I was trying to find James and I got lost in all those curtains. What is the Society?”
Mason cleared his throat. “The what?”
“The Society.”
“The Society is a…” Tanner started but Mason elbowed him right in the ribs. He gave him a death stare. Tanner cleared his throat. “Never heard of it.”
Seriously, what the hell was going on? “Look, I’m just looking for James. Do either of you know where room 3B is?”
Tanner smiled. “Room 3B, huh? Nice choice.”
“Yeah…” But I didn’t sound sure at all. Because Tanner looked so happy with himself and I was still really confused.
Tanner stepped to the side and opened another curtain. There was a fancy door with a strange ancient looking symbol etched onto it.
“Down the hall to the left,” he said. “It’s the room marked with the pencil symbol.” He opened up the door for me, and I was happy to see that the hallway wasn’t filled with strippers, monkey men, or police officers.
“Penny,” Mason said before I walked through. “Don’t go into any other rooms, okay?”
“Okay?”
“And have fun.” He winked at me and turned back to Tanner before the door closed with a thud.
This had to be one of the strangest nights of my life. But I definitely felt safer in this hallway than I did running through all those red curtains.
I walked past a few doors with other symbols on them. Not strange ones like the one on the main door. I recognized these. A shamrock. An hourglass. A snowflake. A snake. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to any of them. And they certainly didn’t go together.
I stopped at the door with a pencil etched onto it. It also said 3B in very small font beneath it. For the people like me that had no idea what the symbols meant, I guess. I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. But no one responded. I knocked again. Still no response.
James had said five minutes or else. I was pretty sure I was probably late. So where the heck was he? I wrapped my hand around the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. I opened up the door. Everything inside was pitch black. But when I stepped in, the lights magically turned on.
I was standing in the middle of a classroom.
Or…a replica of one. Because there was no way any parents would send their children to a place like this to learn.
I walked past the rows of desks for students and up to the podium at the front of the room.
There was an even bigger desk up here, I guess for the teacher.
It wasn’t like the college classrooms. It reminded me more of high school.
I ran my hand along the top of the wooden desk and stared up at the chalkboard.
Thank God James and I had met in college rather than high school. Because if we’d met in a classroom like this and done the things we did…he would have ended up in jail rather than just losing his job.
I lifted up one of the notebooks on the desk.
It was empty. Because…of course it was. I crossed my arms and stared at the chalkboard.
It definitely wasn’t a real classroom, because there wasn’t even any chalk.
Or even a single eraser smudge on the board.
Or an eraser for that matter. Everything was too perfect.
And the room smelled a little of fresh paint.
But I didn’t have any more time to think about how weird it was that there was a classroom in the middle of all this insanity. Because I heard a click and the door to the classroom opened.
James walked in, fully dressed again. He started pacing back and forth. He clearly hadn’t seen me. And for a few seconds, I just got to stare at him. That scowl was still stuck on his face. His eyebrows were lowered like he wanted to rip my head off.
And it was so incredibly sexy. I was still really pissed off at him. But seeing him seething like that? I couldn’t help but want him to take his frustrations out on me. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me. Right after I gave him a piece of my mind.
“James,” I said in my most authoritative tone. Although, I was pretty sure it wasn’t authoritative at all.
He froze. His scowl turned to me in full force and I felt myself clench.
“What the hell was that?!” I said. “You put your hands all over everyone. And that Kristen girl? Wasn’t she stalking you a few years ago? That was a really fucked up thing for you to do.”
He lowered his eyebrows. “Are you done?”
“No.” Actually, that was all I had to say. And I hadn’t been expecting him to ask that. But I loved telling him no, so it had just slipped out. I cleared my throat. “The way you were looking at Bee? And Daphne? Completely inappropriate. And you practically went down on Alina.”
“Now are you done?”
“No.” Yes. What the hell else was I supposed to say? “I’m so royally pissed off at you. And where the hell are we?!”
He didn’t say a word. He just walked over to me, past all the desks, the scowl on his face growing. Each step turned me on even more. And honestly, the whole classroom thing made it even sexier. How many times had I imagined James taking me right in the middle of class?
He stopped right in front of me. And I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I slapped him across the face. The sound of the slap echoed around the empty room.
He grabbed my hand and pinned it against the chalkboard as he pressed his body into mine.
Holy shit.
“Did you think I enjoyed seeing your hands on Rob?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off.
“Don’t you fucking say a word.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him so pissed off before. Which was really saying something, because I pissed him off a lot.
“You think it made me happy seeing you in Matt’s jersey? Or dancing with Brendan? Or fucking molesting Mason’s abs?”
No. I was quite sure he felt the exact opposite of happy based on how he was glaring down at me.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Penny.” He wrapped his fingers lightly around my neck.
I swallowed hard. “It was a strip show…”
“Did I say you could speak, Miss Taylor?”
Fuck, I loved when he called me that. “No, Professor Hunter.”
He groaned and pressed his body more firmly against mine. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
He tilted his lips down to my ear. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. And I swear if you say another word you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow. Are we clear?”
Oh God, I loved when he spanked me. I absolutely wanted that. I held back a smile. “Whatever you say.”
His nostrils flared. “Put your hands on the podium. Now.” He let go of my neck.
I took a deep breath. I was tempted to say something else, but I really had never seen him look so mad. This was going to be amazing. I stepped past him and put my hands on the podium, arching my back the way he loved.
He groaned from behind me. But he didn’t instantly join me. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. He was leaning against the chalkboard, his arms crossed, just watching me.
“Face the class,” he said.
I turned away from him. Each second that ticked by made me want him even more. And then finally I heard him come up to me.
His fingers traced up the back of one of my thighs. Pushing my skirt up over my ass.