Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
And when he finishes inside me, with me calling his name as I come, clenching around him, I can’t bring myself to care about the risk we just took or how stupid I’m being.
Yes, things are most definitely complicated.
CHAPTER 13
hanna
I step into the living room, where Walker has been waiting for me to finish getting ready to go out, and I study him as he looks at his phone. Like most every man in existence, he looks handsome with very little effort. I don’t know how he packed so much into that duffle of his, but the outfit he has on this evening is similar to the one he wore when we went out to dinner with Otto and Ham in Ibiza. Except, instead of black, he has on a midnight-blue button-down and matching pants that are tapered and fit him perfectly.
“You look handsome.” I watch him look up from his phone and freeze as his eyes scan over my outfit. With the weather a little cooler this evening, I decided to wear my black leather mini skirt, a black sleeveless turtleneck, and black thigh-high suede boots. And I’m taking my cream-and-brown plaid duster to wear over it in case I get cold walking, since we’re not taking a cab.
“You were going to wear that outfit on a date with another man?”
“It wasn’t a date.” I sigh, adjusting the material of my boots around my thighs.
“If you would have worn that outfit, he would have thought it was a date, and he definitely would’ve imagined fucking you in that skirt with those boots on. Something I plan on doing when we get home.”
“If you keep annoying me, the only thing you’ll be doing is sleeping alone on the couch.” I grab my purse from the top of the counter in the kitchen, ignoring the sound of him laughing. “Are you ready?”
“Ready when you are. Are you sure you don’t want to catch a cab, so you don’t have to walk in those heels?”
“I live in heels most days, and these are comfortable. I’m good to walk.” I head for the door and grab my flannel from the closet, then my keys from the dish. “Plus, if we tried to catch a cab now, we’d probably be late to dinner, since it would take twice as long to get to the address Star sent.”
Taking my keys from me before we step outside, he locks up, then takes my hand and helps me down the steps.
“Where are we going?” He glances down at me as we walk toward the train station, and I smile when he maneuvers me to the inside of the sidewalk, away from traffic. It’s something I’ve witnessed my dad do with my mom since I was little.
“Park Row.”
“Is that the address or the place?”
“The place.” I shrug. “I’ve never been there.”
It takes less than twenty minutes to reach the restaurant we’re meeting everyone at, and when we step inside, I’m completely confused.
“Can I help you?” a handsome black man in a suit greets us, and I glance around. It looks like a small library or a sitting room in a fancy house, and there are no doors anywhere.
“I think we have the wrong place.” I take out my phone and pull up the text from Star, then look up at the man again. “Is this 77 Brewer St.?”
“It is. Do you have reservations?”
“We do, or my fr—” I cut myself off when a door hidden amongst the bookshelves behind him swings open, and the heavy sound of music fills the once quiet room.
“Enjoy.” He smiles, stepping aside, and we walk slowly to the door. When we step through, the bookcase slides back into place, cutting off the light.
“What is this place?” I look around the room that’s lit only with blue lights, and a wide spiral staircase disappears as it curves to the floor below.
“A sex club?”
“It’s not a sex club,” I say through a gasp, looking up at Walker, who I find has a grin on his face. “You don’t actually think this is a sex club, do you?”
“Would your friend invite you to dinner at a sex club?”
“I want to say no, but the truth is, Star is a little wild like my cousin April, so I never know what she’s going to do.”
“It’s not a sex club.” He squeezes my hand when two people standing at a podium come into view, along with a wide, curved doorway that is open to the interior of the restaurant and bar.
“Welcome to Park Row.” A long-haired brunette with a foreign accent, wearing a men’s suit and tie, smiles at us. “Do you have a reservation?”
“We do.” I give her Star’s last name, and she picks up two menus from a stack on the podium.
“Follow me. Your party isn’t here yet, but I’ll show you to your table.”