“You should do your test.”
“I don’t even know what it is.” I smiled ruefully and he grinned back at me.
“I guess I didn’t give you time.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Okay, check.” He took another step back, and I looked around the room curiously. The room was larger than most of the other rooms. It looked like some sort of play room. There was a pool table and a poker table. There was a TV in the corner with a game system connected.
“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do in here.” I looked up at him. “Who comes up with these tests? They’re so random.”
“Nothing in life is random.” Greyson looked at me contemplatively. “Come.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corner of the room that had an armoire. “Open it up.”
“Okay…?” I looked at him questioningly for a second before opening it up. The armoire was filled with bikinis, and I looked at him curiously. “What are these for? Strip poker?”
“What are most bikinis for?”
I shrugged. “The beach?”
“No.” Brandon walked to the other side of the room, and I saw a dartboard on the wall.
“What are you doing?” I called out to him, but he ignored me. Instead, I watched as he opened a cleverly concealed door. “What’s in there?”
“Come and see.” He smiled at me, and I walked over to him quickly. I stared through the door and gasped. There was a huge Olympic-size pool in the room. Next to the pool, I could see a hot tub, and there were rose petals on the ground.
“What’s this?”
“A pool.”
“I see that, but why?”
“Want to go swimming?”
“I don’t have a swim...” I started and then stopped. “I guess that’s why the bikinis are there.”
“Shall we swim?”
“I don’t want to wear a bikini that someone else has worn.”
“You don’t have to.” He grinned as he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground.
I stared at his naked chest and swallowed hard. Shit, he was hot. There was a light spattering of hair on his pecks, and I ran my fingers through it. It felt so soft. I ran my fingers across it again and then I lightly squeezed his ni**les. Greyson stilled as I touched him, and I looked up to see a small smile on his face.
“About that swim...” He chuckled and nodded towards the pool.
“I don’t want to wear a used bikini.”
“As I said before, you don’t have to.”
“Do you have a new one for me?”
“No.” He winked at me, and I watched as he took his shoes off, discarded his socks, and then unzipped his pants.
I swallowed hard as he pulled his pants and briefs off in one swoop. His c**k stood to attention and he stretched in front of me. His muscles rippled and I stared at his body, barely able to think about anything other than how sexy he was. I watched as he walked away from me and then dived into the pool and started doing laps. I stared at his clothes on the ground and laughed.
“Meg, you’re so slow,” I whispered to myself as I realized what he had been saying. There was no bikini for me to wear. He wanted me to go skinny-dipping with him. I walked into the room and watched as he swam.
“Are you coming in?”
“No.” I shook my head as I stood at the side of the pool.
“That’s a shame.” He started swimming again and I watched his body make its way through the water. He swam gracefully, barely making a ripple.
I stood there, unsure about what I should do. I really wanted to pull my clothes off and join him, but all I could think about was Nancy’s journal entry about the pool. I bit my lip as I stared at Greyson while he swam. I wanted to join him, but a part of me was scared.
Then I heard a noise and I turned to look in the test room quickly. My body froze as I saw a glimpse of a body moving in the room. I walked back to the room as quietly as I could, but it was empty.
“What’s wrong?” Greyson’s voice made me jump as I realized that he had gotten out of the pool and was now behind me.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and gasped as he pulled me back toward his naked, wet body.
“Join me in the pool, Meg,” he whispered in my ear urgently as I felt his hands reach up to my br**sts. “Please.” His hard c**k pushed against my butt and I swallowed as his breath teased my ear.
I stood there with my back to him and closed my eyes. What was going on here? If I didn’t find out soon, I knew I was going to go crazy.
Chapter 4
Greyson
20 Years Ago
“I got the keys.” I dangled them in front of Brandon’s face. “We’re doing this, bitches.”
“Your dad gave you the money?” Brandon looked surprised but excited.
“I threatened to tell everyone about the women he keeps.” I shrugged. “He doesn’t want people to know he’s not the grieving widower.”
“He’s got more than one now?”
“One in the basement. One in an apartment in Harlem.”
“Oh.”
“Who cares? We’ll just call it a graduation gift.”
“Yeah. How much did he give you?”
“Ten million.”
“He really didn’t want that news out, huh?”
“What are you talking about? He’s just proud that his only son graduated magna cum laude from Harvard.” I stared at him. “And it didn’t hurt that I had photos of his dungeon—whips and all.”
Brandon’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
“More like f**k yeah. We can have a dungeon at the club.”
“What do we need a dungeon for?”
“Kinky sex. Do I have to spell it out?”
“I don’t know.” Brandon frowned.
“You don’t have to partake.”
“Well, I’m not saying no.” He laughed.
“Fucker.” I walked into the kitchen of the apartment we shared. “Want a beer?”
“Nah,” he called back. “So when can I see the building?”
“We can go now if you want.” I grinned excitedly, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was excited to see that my vision was finally coming true.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Be warned, it’s not fixed up yet.”
“Oh shit, it’s a hell hole?”
“It’s epic, dude. It’s huge. It’s perfect. It just needs some TLC.”