20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
“This is sooooo much fun!” I sang, throwing my hands up in that drunk girl dance that made me feel free and happy. Even Nicolette had let her hair down, literally and figuratively. Her dark locks swirled around her as she relaxed into the music.
“I wish Artie could have come,” Gianna yelled over the noise. The lights of the dance floor flashed off her gorgeous face, making her smile turn from white to red to green to blue.
For some reason, I found that hilarious, and I pointed. “You have Smurf teeth. And Artie-boy is on a hot date tonight.”
“Yay for Artie!” she cheered, swirling her arms above her head and doing a little wiggle.
One song bled into another, and Nicolette said, “Let’s go sit and have another drink. These shoes are killing my feet.”
“Okay, I’m going to the potty, and I’ll meet you up there,” I told them as we neared the edge of the dance floor.
Gianna grabbed my hand when I turned to head toward the mile-long line for the restrooms. “Doofus, did you forget we have our own bathroom in the VIP room?”
“It’s a whole new experience going to a club with the Queen of New York City,” I teased. That’s what the tabloids had started calling her since she’d married Auburn. She looked the part of royalty too, though she was the most down-to-earth person ever.
“I hate that nickname,” she said, and then her lips rolled into a pretty pout, “but I do miss my king. He’s out of town and won’t be home till late tonight.”
A man in a suit stood beside the private elevator with his hands crossed over his front, and he gave us a respectful nod when we approached. “Mrs. Bouvier, Ms. Kincaid, Ms. Bell.” As soon as he pressed the button, the gold doors slid smoothly open.
We stepped inside and were whooshed up to the third floor of the nightclub. The first floor was wild and loud, with a huge light-up dance floor and two bars. The second floor consisted of more bars, some pool tables, and other games.
But the third floor? Just… wow. There was a top shelf bar backlit with ocean blue, a spacious seating area, and five VIP suites, one of which was ours.
And we had our own personal attendant named Lakshmi who greeted us immediately and led us to our suite. “Another round of your favorites?” she asked, her dark braid falling over one shoulder. She was stunning. In fact, everyone who worked at this bar looked like a supermodel.
“Yes, please,” I told her before heading to the bathroom, which was larger than my old apartment. The white-and-gold marble shone so brightly I wished I had my sunglasses with me.
I was giggling when I walked back into the main area to find Gianna on the electric-blue leather couch and Nic lounging sideways on the matching chair with her shoes kicked off. It was quieter up here, the booming music from down below a mere throbbing against the floor.
“What’s so funny?” Gia asked, sipping her Cosmo, which had been delivered while I was taking care of business.
Sitting beside her, I picked up my lemon drop martini and licked a little of the tangy stuff off the rim. “I was just wondering why there’s a shower in there.”
“In case someone decides to get dirty in the VIP room,” she replied, waggling her perfectly arched eyebrows.
I eyed the couch we were sitting on. “You think they disinfect the furniture every night?”
She laughed and nodded her head. “For sure. What are you studying on your phone over there, Nicolette?”
My friend’s green eyes were wide and her cheeks were pink when she looked up at us. “Just a, um, a quiz.”
Gianna and I shared a smug glance. “Why are you acting so sketch, Nic?” I asked. “Is it a naughty quiz?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, okay? It’s a sex quiz from an online magazine.” Her nose scrunched up adorably. “The only guys I’ve really been with are science nerds that I work with, and it’s been pretty vanilla. I’ve never even done it doggy style, so I was just curious.”
“Curiosity is healthy. Ain’t no shame in that game,” Gia assured her. “Send us the link so we can take it too.”
Our phones pinged, and I pulled mine from my small white crossbody purse and tapped on the link. The first few questions were basic demographics, and then it got into the meat of the topic. Sex.
I tapped the little boxes, and based on my answers, new sets of questions were generated. Favorite position? What are you looking for in a partner?
Then there were a lot of have you ever questions and then some would you like to ones. I answered them honestly and then heard a little, “Ooh, that sounds fun,” from Nicolette and looked up. Her eyes were gleaming at whatever was on her screen, but I didn’t ask.
Because then she might ask me about my answers.
When I got to the results page, my eyebrows lifted at the words on my screen.
According to your results, your ideal kink is role playing. It’s fun and adventurous, just like you! So get out there and find a partner who matches your daring sexual personality. And remember, there is no shame in enjoying what you like.
One last question for you… what is your ultimate role playing fantasy?
Well, they friggin’ nailed me, didn’t they? Biting my bottom lip, I typed my answer into the rectangular box just as Gianna groaned beside me.
“This quiz makes me miss Auburn. I’m going to call him.”
A few seconds later, she was on a FaceTime call with her husband.
“Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?”
“Still at The Blue with the girls.” She turned the phone toward us, and we waved. It looked like his phone was mounted on the dash of his car as he drove.
“Hope you ladies are having fun,” Auburn said when Gianna swiveled the phone back to her face.
“We just took a sex quiz,” she announced, and I resisted the urge to clamp my hand over her red-glossed lips.
“And what were your results?” Auburn’s voice was suddenly deeper, an erotic purr that was a far cry from the brisk tone he used in the office.
“Oh, I think you know,” she purred back, and then…
Dear sweet baby Jesus, did she just mouth Daddy at him?
Yeah, I did not need to know that little tidbit about my boss.
I attempted to scrub my brain of that knowledge by downing the rest of my drink in one burning gulp as I heard Auburn’s car engine rev.
“I’ll be home in an hour.” His voice was clipped and strained, and I knew Gianna was in for it tonight. Lucky bitch. “How are you getting home?”
“We’ll walk. It’s not that far.”
I could literally hear his teeth grinding as his Mr. Bossman persona pushed to the forefront. “No. I’ll call Cruz and see if he can come pick you all up.”
Even the sound of his name got my gears grinding at full force, and I squeezed my thighs together to try and alleviate the ache I suddenly felt between my legs. I wished he’d be the one to take care of it for me, but I guessed I’d have to once again rely on my very own Seventh Heaven Attachment Head I’d installed a few months ago.
“Auburn, no,” Gianna said, scowling at her husband through the phone. “It’s his time off. Don’t bother him. We’ll be—”
“Gianna.” The roughness of her name from his lips did nothing to help my needy situation, and I wished I had a certain hunky Latino that would growl my name into my ear like that.
But he hadn’t made a move since that night in the hot tub all those months ago. Months!
Seriously, what was he waiting for?
That thought was followed by another.
Maybe he’s just not into you.