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I was normally acutely aware of a man’s interest, but the water was murky with Felix. He was harder to figure out than the rest and the challenge made him even more appealing to me.
I wasn’t bored. He kept me guessing, on my toes all the time. I had my work cut out for me. I was somewhat crestfallen in response to his absence, but I wasn’t down for the count yet. I had never been the type to give up before crossing the finish line, and I wasn’t going to be derailed yet.
3
Felix
I checked my watch. It was almost nine. Part of me felt in control of the situation. Garret had asked me to arrive at eight, but here it was, pushing nine o’clock and I had yet to enter the building. That would show him that I could take the reins and call the shots if I wanted to. He was sexy, but he couldn’t take charge that easily.
The other part of me had been somewhat hesitant about returning to the club in the first place, under any circumstance. I had stood in front of my bathroom mirror in my apartment, debating my outfit and pondering whether I should take a step in the direction of the front door or stay in and forget the whole thing. I had debated for what had seemed like an eternity.
After some internal contemplating, I made my choice, and here I was, standing at the entrance of the club. I was arriving later than I had intended, but at least I had given myself ample time to prepare—physically and emotionally—for what was to come.
The night air was brisk, and my breath plumed in little white clouds in front of my face. Part of me was excited to get inside, but another part of me was still somewhat apprehensive. I stepped inside the black double doors, breezing past the people waiting to enter.
There was a different bouncer inside the door. As I stood there, he trailed his eyes over me. He looked me up and down as if sizing me up. In keeping with the staff uniform, he too wore no shirt and had on glittery gold tiny shorts that exposed his massive bulge. It was warmer inside the club, but the night wind continued to penetrate through the open doors.
“Name?” he asked.
“Felix Wickham,” I professed and shifted my weight, unsure of how exactly to behave.
He scrolled through his tablet, his face aglow from the illumination of the blue screen. He frowned. My heart dropped. Had Garret forgotten to put me on the list? Then, his expression brightened with recognition.
“Ah, there you are.” He lifted his gaze and gave me a superfluous smile. “Couldn’t find you for a second.”
“Here I am,” I declared with a nervous chuckle.
“You’re all set.” He motioned me further inside.
I smiled as he checked me off the list with a simple push of a button. “Thanks.”
“Have fun!” he chimed as I walked away.
I instantly felt out of place, like I was trying to fit in somewhere I didn’t belong, but I did my best to keep my composure. The part of me that was reluctant to appease Garret became more prominent as I buried myself further into the belly of the club. The bass from the DJ booth rattled through my veins.
On some level, I felt I had no choice but to show my face, like I’d inadvertently accepted a challenge from Garret. If I didn’t make an appearance, then he would deem me too afraid, maybe even too weak to compete at his pace. I had to prove myself, even if I was uncomfortable.
I had shown up, and that was the most important thing. I was already venturing outside my comfort zone, and I was still thriving even though I didn’t have total control.
I secretly wanted to find Garret quickly, although I pretended to just be observing the atmosphere from the sidelines, all the while privately hoping that Garret would appear. I didn’t want to have to wander aimlessly for long.
I kept my shoulders straight and squared, and my stroll was relaxed and confident even though I was a nervous wreck on the inside. Nobody had to know that. I could play the part of experienced BDSM club frequenter and I would exceed the expectations for the role.
My eyes wandered to the staircase, and I couldn’t look away when Garret began descending them, suavely sauntering my direction with a handsome grin on his face.
“You made it.” Garret’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I’m not one to pass up an opportunity,” I said, matching his grin.
“Walk with me.” Garret gently placed his hand on the small of my back and lightly escorted me forward. I felt a sudden surge of arousal at his touch.
“Where are we going?” I questioned.
“To the bar.” The gleam in his eyes flared with amusement.
“Oh, okay.” I flashed my most enthusiastic smile.
My heart was drumming like a high school marching band in my chest. I wasn’t sure I was ready to jump right in and I most certainly didn’t want him to try to convince me that I was a sub again.
