Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I’m about to tell him I can’t imagine it’s a big deal. If it’s in Whiskey Run, I’m sure she’ll be okay.
“Brother, you don’t get it. She’s going to THE CLUB. It’s a… shit, I hate to even say it… a sex club.”
I rise to my full height, pushing away from the side of my truck. “What the fuck? She’s going to a sex club? Are you sure?” I ask him because I can’t imagine sweet Abby going to a sex club. And what exactly does that even mean? “What kind of sex club is this? I mean, hell, is that even legal here in Whiskey Run? I can’t imagine locals would put up with that kind of thing.”
I’m sure he’s mistaken. Abby’s not going to a sex club. Why would she?
Zach starts to ramble, and I hold the phone tightly, trying to focus on what he’s saying. “The Club is in Jasper. Downtown Jasper. It’s an invite-only thing, and it’s a place for people to explore their sexual fantasies. Since she told me she was going, I’ve done all kinds of research, and I haven’t found any negative reviews, but Davis, you know my sister. She doesn’t belong in a place like that.”
I run my hand over the scruff on my chin. I’m not going to mention to him that I’m half hard right now thinking about Abby exploring her sexual fantasies. I clear my throat as guilt fills me. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would she tell you she’s going there? Maybe she said that just to get you riled up. I mean, she had to know how you’d react. Why would she tell you that?”
I’ve already half convinced myself that there’s no way she’s going to a sex club when Zach drops his bombshell. “It’s my fault. I know it is. Dammit, I was making fun of her for having no life, and she told me that she and her book club girls had been planning a visit to the club.”
I ram my hand through my hair. It’s starting to make sense now. Yeah, a sex club doesn’t really sound like Abby, but also it’s obvious that she’s a little insecure about the life she’s built for herself. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” I tell him.
When I tell him that, it should be enough. And in most cases, it would be, but I have to remember we’re talking about his little sister. He seems uneasy. “What does that mean, you’ll take care of it?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Zach starts to hem and haw around and finally spits it out. “Davis, we can’t not let her go.”
I set my phone on the hood of my truck and push the speaker phone button. “What the fuck do you mean we can’t NOT let her go? I thought that was the whole point of you calling me. You don’t want your sister to go, so she won’t go.” I don’t include the part where I don’t want her to go either.
Silence again.
“Zach, just say it.”
His voice is gruff. “If you stop her from going, she’ll never forgive me. It will embarrass her in front of her friends, and honestly, she does need to have a life of her own.”
As he starts to backtrack, my heart starts to race. There’s no way I’m going to just stand by while Abby goes to some kind of sex club. “Okay, so I’ll go. When is she going? Friday night, right? I’ll be there.”
I can hear the shock in his voice. “You? You’re going to go to a sex club?”
I’m already tense just thinking about it. It’s not like it’s my kind of thing, at least I don’t think so, but I’ve never been to one before. “Yes, what choice do I have? Your sister is going to some club where I’m sure there’s some horny bastard that thinks he’s got a chance. I’m going to shut that shit down.”
“Uhhhh…” he starts, but I interrupt him.
“I know she needs to get out and have a good time, but there’s no way she should be drinking at a place like that. Not without someone there to keep an eye on her. So yeah, I’m going to the fuckin’ sex club.”
“Uh, Davis, do you remember me saying that I don’t want to embarrass her in front of her friends? I don’t want my sister to hate me.”
“I’m not going to embarrass her,” I tell him, but it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me.
“I don’t know about this. Abby’s smart, and she said they have a designated driver. Maybe I should just trust that she’s going to be okay.”
I lean down closer to my phone, crossing my arms and leaning on the hood. “Fuck that, man. You’re there and I’m here. Yeah, Abby’s smart, but there’s going to be all kinds of dumb dicks there. I’m going, and that’s all there is to it.”