CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #3
Byron was well aware that I had a thing going with Nadine. The two of them had started talking more. She’d taken to meeting me in the parking garage to get to know Byron better. He loved it, and I didn’t blame him a bit. “Yes.”
Almost immediately I thought better of it. I was in a terrible mood and half of it was because of taking her out in public and getting blindsided today in the interview. I didn’t want to take out my mood on her. “Wait. Scratch that, please. I think I’ll go to Cayenne for a while.”
Byron’s eyes shot to mine in the rearview mirror, full of unasked questions. He knew I hadn’t been to the club since I’d been with Nadine.
It was time to change that. I needed to get drunk and indulge in women in a place where no one was going to report me.
I leaned back against the upholstered leather. I tried to fight off the slight feelings of guilt that churned in my stomach. I didn’t owe Nadine an explanation for why I wasn’t coming over. I didn’t have to let her know.
Still, the thought of her sitting up and waiting for me made me feel like an asshole. I sighed and was about to pull out my phone and text her when Byron interrupted my thoughts.
“We’re here. Would you like me to pull to the private entrance?”
“Yes, please.” There was a direct entrance into Cayenne that only a select few people were privy to.
I was one of them. I glanced at Byron. “You coming?” I’d asked many times before, but he rarely took me up on it.
His heart belonged to Natasha. But I happened to know that he enjoyed watching others fuck.
Especially Carmen Salazar if she was in one of the viewing rooms.
“Not tonight.” He clenched his jaw. “You sure this is the best decision, man?”
“Not at all. But it feels right for now.”
Byron shook his head. “Whatever you say, Reynolds. Be careful. The last thing you need is more heat because of whatever is you’re going to do in there.”
I nodded, got out of the car, buttoned my suit jacket, straightened my tie, and flashed my membership card to the bouncer at the door. “Good evening, sir,” he said.
I nodded to him, and he opened the door for me.
I relaxed as soon as I set foot in the darkened hallway, the lights dimmed for ambiance.
The familiar sights and smells were like liquor hitting my stomach, and my facial muscles eased into a genuine smile for the first time since the interview had started.
I looked around. There were hot, scantily clad women everywhere. And I couldn’t wait to get to know them better. But first, alcohol.
I walked towards the bar against the far wall.
I nodded to several women as I approached the area.
I leaned against the beautifully shined wooden and marble bar top and watched the gorgeous bartenders, all women in push up corsets, as they worked to fill orders.
There was a strict two drink limit at Cayenne for legal reasons.
You couldn’t very well have women and men shit faced and making horrible decisions in your sex club.
But that limit didn’t apply to me. I winked at the bartender, and she came right over with a glass of my favorite whiskey for me.
“We haven’t seen you around in a while,” she said in a flirty tone.
I grinned at her. “Well, that’s about to change.” If I was going to be known as a playboy anyway, I might as well live up to the name I’d earned. And, if I was being honest, I knew I deserved that title. But I also knew it didn’t affect my job performance at all. Dammit.
I turned and surveyed the room as I sipped my drink. I was tempted to slam it back and get another, but I didn’t want people to notice my actions and link it to today’s television appearance. I needed to appear confident even if I was upset.
Several pretty women were giving me the eye, but I wasn’t ready to commit to an evening with any, or even several, of them yet. Instead, I watched some of the action onstage as some couples with a performance kink fucked for everyone’s enjoyment.
A blonde rode a muscular, ginger-haired guy while he sucked and played with her tits.
Another woman took turns sucking off two different guys, moving expertly between the two of them.
But it was a beautiful brunette with an incredible rack who had me doing a double take.
She looked enough like Nadine to make me think of my Cinnamon Girl.
I winced inwardly. I wondered if she’d finally eaten dinner or if she was still waiting on me.
I reached for my cell phone and cursed. I couldn’t even text her.
I should have done it in the car, but I got distracted.
Cell phones were strictly prohibited in any of the members-only clubs.
Even Saffron, known mainly as a gym, had a massage parlor component that wasn’t always on the up and up.
No one wanted the nightmare of a video of any of us or what we did in the clubs getting out to the public.
I stared at the brunette. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as a guy ate her out. I found myself both wanting to watch and wanting to look away. It was hot as fuck watching this woman come in front of all these people.
But she looked like Nadine.
I tossed back the rest of my drink and turned to get another.
The waitress helped me almost immediately.
She made sure and leaned over close to my face.
There was no way I could miss her impressive cleavage that way.
I grinned and put a fifty in her tip jar, but I wasn’t interested.
In fact, I realized, I was having trouble getting interested in any of the women.
Frustrated, I grabbed my drink and stalked down the hallway.
There were large picture windows on either side of the hall.
They provided a view into what was happening in the rooms. I stood and watched as four men took turns fucking a woman who was obviously enjoying being in the center of their world for the night.
I got hard watching and started looking around for someone to ease my discomfort.
I caught the eye of a young woman with honey-colored hair and slight curves. She smiled at me, and I raised my glass to her. She swayed her hips on her way over to me.
“Hey,” she said. “Would you like to go to one of the rooms?”
“Sure, honey,” I said, though I wasn’t fully into it. She reached back and grabbed my hand. I let her pull me along until we found an empty room. I enjoyed watching her tight ass in her short dress.
It wasn’t nearly as nice as Nadine’s, though. This woman was on the thin side, which was fine, it just wasn’t my favorite. I liked a curvier body. Like Nadine’s.
Fuck. I rubbed a hand over my face as the woman pulled me into an empty room and closed the door. I had to quit thinking about Nadine. I had never intended to quit coming to Cayenne. I’d made it clear to Nadine, and I’d made it clear to myself.
So, what was my problem? Why was I almost disinterested as this beautiful woman started undressing in front of me? Why did I feel guilty?
The woman, naked now, straddled my legs and reached for my zipper. I was semi-hard, but it probably wouldn’t take much to get all the way there whether I was into this woman or not.
She leaned forward and kissed me as she pulled my cock out and started jacking me. At first, I kissed her back and tried to settle into the idea of fucking her for a few hours, but Nadine’s face kept running through my mind. It was killing my mood.
I pulled back from the woman’s mouth, not wanting to kiss her anymore.
It felt wrong. Her lips were the wrong lips.
She didn’t taste like Nadine. And I didn’t want her hands on me, either.
“I’m sorry, honey.” I pulled my cock out of her hands, tucked myself back in my pants, and zipped up. “I’m not feeling it tonight.”
She blinked at me. I was sure she’d never been turned down before, and it was blowing her mind. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am. I was thinking of someone else while I was kissing you. And there’s no reason I can’t be with her.”
“Oh.”
I lifted her by her waist and set her down beside me. “You want me to call someone else in here for you?”
“I…I guess so.” Her big blue eyes were bewildered as she looked up at me.
“Will do. And I really am sorry.” God. I had to get out of here. On my way out of the room, I looked around for any of the Salazar men. Before too long, I saw Javier. I motioned to him.
“What’s up, Reynolds? You blowing off steam after that interview?”
“You could say that. Look, there’s a girl in there down to fuck, but I’m not into it.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really? You okay?”
“Fine. I think I just need to get out of here.”
Understanding flashed across his handsome face. “Oh, shit. You’ve got it bad for Nadine, huh? I saw you earlier and thought you were crazy for being here when you could be at a condo with her.” He slapped me on the back. “That’s great, man. I’m happy for you.”
“I don’t have it bad for Nadine,” I snapped. “I just don’t feel great and need to get home. Now get in there and fuck that girl and forget you ever saw me here.”
“Damn. Fine, Reynolds.” But he grinned at me. I think we both knew I wasn’t going home.
I hurried out the side entrance and asked the bouncer to call Byron to pick me up.
“Where to?”
“Take me to Nadine’s, Byron.”
He was quiet for a while before saying, “Good choice, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“You know I don’t mind.”
I totally did mind. But not because it was Byron or even what he’d said. I minded because I was breaking another of my rules.
I couldn’t fuck girls at Cayenne because I couldn’t get Nadine out of my mind.
What was happening to me?