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I swallow past the dryness in my throat, realizing for the first time that this is a relationship that I don’t really want to push away. That doesn’t change the necessity of doing it. “I’m sure you’re a very nice guy, but trust isn’t something that I have to give to anyone. When I go to the club for companionship, my heart isn’t part of the equation. It’s just a physical release of pent-up sexual energy.”
Those blue eyes harden observing me, making it more difficult to push through what has to be done instead of crawling into his arms. I inhale a deep breath because the difficulty of the task alone tells me exactly why it’s critical to do. “I’ll text Trent or Liam and see if they can hang out with me for the next few hours and let you guys decide how you want to handle security after that.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t expect you to want to guard me any further after today.”
“I highly doubt anything that you say could alter my plans for your security, Allie. What’s going on?”
“I don’t do relationships, Nick. It’s not something I’m comfortable with or that would end in a satisfying arrangement for my partner if I did. I’m going to the club to burn off some steam, alone.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nick
Allie grabsher jacket and a bag from the coat closet and walks out the door. And I allow it, because this is going to take more than a conversation, but fuck if she’s going alone. I text Trent to make sure he and Liam go with her, letting them know we’ll talk through her long-term protection later. Right now, I just need to know she’s protected. It’s not like I didn’t know Allie had trust issues. Lexie pretty much gave that away, but this has to go much deeper than just a bunch of guys who can’t keep their eyes in their heads and not on her ass over the years.
The thought of Allie at the club with someone else, accepting their dominance and marks on her skin runs through my mind at an unprecedented rate. Her creamy skin and erotic beauty completely exposed to any number of partners, her in every position imaginable, submitting to their will. In all the encounters that I’ve had in the past, there isn’t one where I’ve felt the level of connection that I did when she was on my lap and accepting my will.
I walk to the Range Rover and unzip the bag in the back, unpack some of its contents, and throw it into the back seat. There isn’t a chance in hell that I’m about to allow another man to touch what I’ve already begun to consider mine. Especially after the exchange we shared and the connection we felt. This is Allie running from something she needs help to fix. I punch the gas, taking the back way to the club. It may not be far, but walking can sometimes be far faster than driving in this wall-to-wall traffic.
I call Trent, waiting as his cell rings a couple of times on the overhead before he picks up. “Trent.”
“Still have eyes on her? Where is she right now?”
“She ran into a neighbor and stopped to talk. We’re about a block over and about six blocks up from the club. ETA is about twenty minutes,” he informs me.
“Good. I need thirty minutes. Don’t care how you do it, but keep Allie from walking into the club for thirty minutes from now,” I tell him, taking the opposite route and gunning it, clearing a yellow light just before it turns red.
“Alright, I’ll think of something, Nick. Are you taking over once Allie gets in the club, or do you want eyes on her?” Trent’s way of diplomatically asking what’s already been on my mind, and hell fucking no, I don’t want him, Liam, or any other fucking male seeing Allie in a state of undress or arousal.
“I’ll take responsibility for her security once she clears the doors of the club. Can you and Liam take perimeter and keep a handle on the flight status of Darwin’s partners?”
“Roger that.”
“Thanks, Trent. I appreciate it.” I disconnect, making my way to the backside of the club, knowing she’ll come from the opposite direction and straight through the front door. Which gives me less than twenty-five minutes to get signed in, organize a room, and change before she arrives. I grab my bag from the back of the SUV and head into the facility, showing the membership card that’s a perk of working for Brian and Chase.
Jimmy recognizes me. “It’s been a minute since I saw you around here. How long are you going to be in the city?” he asks, barely glancing at my membership card. His question gives me pause, considering Allie’s been clear about how she feels about not waiting around for a man who travels.
“Indefinitely. Brian Carrington plans to spend more time in the city, which means me and a few of the guys will be settling here too. I hold up a set of keys. “Just signed a lease of my very own a couple days ago.”
“Where abouts?”
“One of the condos overlooking Central Park went up for sale last month, and I bought it on impulse. The place is still full of unpacked boxes.”
“Sweet area. Brian just revised his contract with the club. Said he was going to be expanding and would be in the city more. You’re the first of his crew to come in since he added a few things. I’ll get you set up with one of those rooms. You won’t be sorry. That guy is a keeper of a boss, man.”
“He sure is, and I’ll take the room as long as I can get in quick. Allie O’Conner will be coming into the club shortly, about fifteen minutes to be exact. She’s a member, but probably on the general floor usually. I’d appreciate it if you’d have someone show her to my room when she arrives. Tell her you’re offering a special session with an amazing partner for free today. She’s not coming attached, so if she gives you any trouble, try to convince her I’m incredibly awesome without giving up the surprise of who I am, will you?”
Jimmy cracks a big smile. “I know Allie. Consider it done, my friend. Let me show you the way,” Jimmy replies, and we walk to the private elevators. He enters his code into the keypad, and the elevator heads to the floor labeled VIP Dungeon.
I take a look around as we exit, following him into a suite at the end of the corridor that’s completely decorated in silver flecked light purple marble and mirrored walls. “This is very nice. I’ve never seen this area before. Holding out on me, Jimmy?”
He laughs. “Hey now. I wouldn’t do that. You guys always had the extremely nice private rooms, but Brian just put this section on reserve for him and his guys.”
“I didn’t get that message just yet, but it doesn’t surprise me at all. Brian and Chase are the best employers a guy could ask for, and the perks are fantastic.”
“He also had several sets of locking cupboards put in so you guys can decide whose are whose. I’ll give you a key before you leave tonight.” The vast space is dotted with spanking benches, a swing, a St. Andrew’s cross, a tandem chair, and two walls filled with various floggers and whips, and a bed in the corner. A whirlpool sits in the corner with a bar set up with different juices and fruit next to it.
