Chapter 32
Phantom. Now.
I come home and the place is transformed.
Princess has gone with a red and black theme, giving my old-school New York brownstone a romantic, gothic atmosphere.
From table runners to candle stands and little bowls of chocolate-heart candies, she’s thought of everything.
And, of course, there’s too much glitter everywhere, and it’s never going to come out but—problem for another day.
I could give her a bigger budget. I could hire a professional to spruce the place up. But that’s not the point. The Seekers Club isn’t a VIP experience for the elite—it was never meant to be. There’s plenty enough places a person can go for that.
No—this is a family. Operated with nothing but passion and perversion.
It warms my cold heart to see what she’s done with the place.
I find Princess at the kitchen table, still working on her heart-shaped cut-outs.
“Wow. It looks amazing,” I tell her.
“I know.” Princess beams.
I’m carrying the bag of supplies she requested, and I set them down on the kitchen table. She immediately goes rummaging through them.
“Alright, how can I help?” I sit at the table across from her. “Give me a job.”
She hands over a pile of thick paper with hearts stenciled in. “Cut these.”
I get to work. “This is easy. You’ve given me the easy job.”
“I’m glad you think so. We need fifty.”
I immediately regret volunteering.
“Fifty? How many people are we expecting?”
“I mean…a lot. I invited everyone.”
I snap the scissors closed too soon, slicing a paper heart in half. “Everyone?”
Her smile morphs into a confused pinch. “Yeah. Is that bad?”
Of course not. How can it be bad?
I have a history. Ophelia knows I have history.
I’m pushing fifty. I’m not a virgin.
I’m not hiding anything.
Or anyone.
Besides. Trinity probably won’t even come.