He chuckled as he rolled onto his side.
“Greyson,” I moaned as I felt him put his c**k back into his pants.
“Yes, Meg?” He leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “Is there something you want?”
“No.” I kissed his neck and bit down on him hard. I heard him laughing as I gave him a hickey.
“No need to take your frustrations out on my neck.”
“I’m not frustrated,” I lied and lay back.
“Sure,” he teased, and the room grew silent as we just lay there cuddled into each other. His fingers lightly played with my br**sts, and my fingers ran up and down his chest. I felt comfortable curled up next to him, and I felt my eyes growing droopy.
“Don’t fall asleep, Meg,” he whispered against my hair.
“I just need a quick catnap.”
“No.” He pinched my bottom and then laughed when I yelped. “No catnaps.”
“So what shall we do?” I whispered, hoping he would change his mind and make love to me without me having to beg.
“Let’s talk.” His hands ran down my back. “What’s your favorite TV show?”
I sighed as I realized that no lovemaking was about to happen.
A part of me wanted to question him further about Brandon’s Maria and Nancy’s Maria, but I knew it would be foolish of me to ask anything else without having more information. I also felt guilty. Like I was playing both sides. Only I didn’t really know either side.
Part of my brain was screaming at me and calling me a fool. I was starting to fall for this handsome stranger I didn’t know. A man who had told me himself that he was bad news. Greyson Twining was a man with warning signs flashing all over him, only I was ignoring every single one of them.
***
“Are you going to join me in each room?” I asked him as we exited the room. “Going to make sure that I pass every test?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can stop myself if I come into another room with you. My c**k is dying to burst out of my pants and actually enter you the whole way. I don’t think I could stop myself if I came into another room.”
“I think you have better self-control than that.”
“You sound like you want me to join you in every room.” His eyes looked at me solemnly. “Don’t go getting soft on me, Meg. I’m not a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
“You confuse me.” I shook my head. “I don’t get why I’m here or what you want from me.”
“I started this club, Meg. I started this club because I wanted power. I wanted to rule the world. I wanted all my needs satisfied whenever I wanted.” His voice was bleak. “Don’t go thinking this is anything more than it is.”
“I’m not.” I turned away from him, hurt. I’d thought we were finally getting to know each other. “I couldn’t care less about you.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” His eyes looked at me with a closed expression. “And that’s why I’m warning you.”
“Warning me about what?”
“Everything.” He shrugged. “I have to go.” He gave me a deep, soulful look before leaning down and slowly kissing me. His lips tasted of sex, and I melted against him, kissing him back passionately.
I didn’t want this, whatever it was, to stop. My body was buzzing with sexual excitement and nerves. I was a bundle of a million different emotions. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was for this feeling to continue. No matter what happened at the end, it would be worth it.
***
I walked into the third room with bated breath. Even though Greyson had said that he wasn't going to join me in the room, I was still excited. I was growing to like Greyson, even if I didn't really know or understand him. There was something about his honesty that was both refreshing and nerve-racking. I'd already gone further with him than I had expected I would go. But I didn't regret it. Not for a second.
Being at the Private Club made me feel like I was finally living and finally doing something important. I'd gone into law because I had wanted to make a difference in people's lives, but all my job had really consisted of was reading lots of cases and documents and writing lots of briefs. And I wasn't helping anyone but big corporations get out of their tax liabilities. My job had paid well, but I had always felt a little depressed at the firm. I'd always felt like I was wasting away my talents and my life.
I knew that Katie thought I'd loved my job, and I hadn't wanted her to feel sorry for me, but a part of me had been glad to have been fired. Even though I had no clue as to why. Even the human resources department had been surprised when they had laid me off. In fact, I thought I’d seen a few tears in Maggie's eyes as she'd realized that I wasn't going to fight for some answers. I thought she’d thought they'd broken me. But the reality of it was that I hadn’t cared enough. I was scared and fearful about money, but I also knew that this was a new start for me. I wanted a new life.
I looked around the third room curiously, wondering what my third test would be and also looking for the most comfortable place to have sex. Because, in my mind, I was already picturing Greyson and me on the floor.
I figured that I might even be able to plead with him to make a phone call. I really needed to talk to Katie and find out more about Brandon and Maria. I could have sworn that Maria had been Brandon's girlfriend in college. I'd remembered Katie crying in jealousy over the fact. So either Brandon had been lying or Greyson was now. And that made me suspicious. Why lie about something like that? It made no sense.
This room was different from the other two. It looked like an office, and there were plenty of folders and notepads spread around the various desks. I shivered as I pictured myself bent over the grand mahogany table with Greyson behind me. I'd have to grip the edges of the table hard to keep my balance.
I walked towards the table excitedly. I'd always had a fantasy of doing it in an office since I'd watched the movie Secretary. There was something so primal about doing it in a place of work—it was both sexy and scintillating.
I shook my head as I saw the note on the desk with my third test. "Priorities, Meg," I lectured myself as I picked up the note.
This was a fairly mundane task. All I had to do was file all the folders on the desk and put them in a filing cabinet. I wasn't sure how this was a helpful skill for a stripper, but I supposed it wasn't for me to wonder. After all, I didn't really know what this club was about. It was the best-kept secret on the planet.