Page 35 of Renegade
“I don’t have to go.”
“It’s not that. It’s just that it’s casino night at the club—their biggest event of the year, my contact says. Although they’re usually open to visitors and those new or curious about the lifestyle, he says this event is just for couples or regulars at the club, and just for those with a certain level of experience.”
“So?” I don’t see what the problem is. I’m sure Walker is more than experienced enough to fit in.
“So we have two nights to turn you into an experienced submissive. And more importantly, to build the kind of trust that takes most couples who do this months, if not years, to build.”
“There’s no one I trust more than you,” I say.
Walker doesn’t say anything, but he takes my hand, playing with my fingers absentmindedly for a minute before he speaks. “This is a different kind of trust,” he says softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I say it with a conviction I don’t feel. I know without a doubt he would never hurt me physically, but my heart is another story. And with every second I spend with him, and every step we take deeper into this sham intimacy, I lose a little more of it. I’m falling for my best friend…and I know, without a doubt, that it’s going to end in heartbreak.
