Page 153 of So This Is War
A club? As in . . . one of his clubs?
Fuck.
Before I can even think about texting Sandie for mental support, my car door opens, and Levi is on the other side, holding his hand out to me. I take it, and he helps me out of the car before letting go. He heads down the path toward the nearly pitch-black entrance, but I stop him before we enter. I tug on his hand, and when he turns to face me, I try not to show my nerves.
“Um, so is this one of those clubs you like to go to?”
“Yes,” he answers, his jaw tense.
“And you plan on meeting a girl here and . . . taking her to a back room or something?”
“Yes,” he answers again, making my stomach churn.
“Okay, and you want me to help you find that girl so that you can fuck in a back room?”
“Correct,” he says.
I nod and look at the ground for a moment, clutching my purse as I try to find a way to deal with this. If this was a bar, that would be easier. I could pass some time and try to find the right person, but this is different. I’ve been to these clubs before—not this one in particular—but there is no fucking around. You find someone you like, you fuck, simple as that. No need to warm up, no need for small talk.
Which means the stakes are higher here. I have a lot less time.
“Okay, I can help with that, but you know, since we’re here,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “If I happen to see someone I mightbe compatible with, I hope you don’t mind if I go off with them as well.”
“If you’re up for it, go for it,” he says and heads toward the door.
Wait . . .
What?
If I’m up for it, go for it?
No tic of the jaw.
No anger in his expression.
No jealousy?
I would have at least thought that he’d show a hint of emotion over that, but I get nothing at all.
“Are you coming?” he asks from where he stands next to the entrance.
“Yes,” I say, trying to shake the negative thoughts out of my head.
This is a game. He’s playing the game.
Right?
That’s what’s happening.
That’s what’s happening.But he’s a man, Wylie. He’s a virile, sex-loving, sexy man, who made you come after only dry-humping him.He’s told me that it’s me he wants, but he’s also told me that we can’t cross that line.But he touched me like he owned me the other night...and then didn’t take me.
“Dark hair,” he says. “Only requirement.”
Dark hair . . .
He opens the door for me, and I walk in before him only to stop at another door, the beat of the music on the other side making me nervous.
“Membership,” the man at the door says, and Levi flashes him a card. The man nods and opens the door for us, leading us to a barely lit hallway. Levi guides me with his hand on my lowerback until we’re in front of a curtain. He pulls it back, and the view of the club is on full display.
