That part was particularly awful, but the tweezing that followed was equally brutal. The entire process only took a few minutes, and then the woman applied a soothing lotion to my irritated female region before standing up and smiling.
“That was the worst part. By the time you leave here today, you won’t even remember it happened.”
I forced a smile. I seriously doubted that, but I wasn’t going to argue.
The woman held out her hand to assist me to a sitting position. I secured the robe in place as the woman led me from that room into another. Zeke was close behind.
Like the other room, the lights were dim, and soft music was playing. But this one had a strong, soothing scent of lavender and vanilla that instantly relaxed me.
Another female attendant greeted me with a smile, her eyes darting from me to Zeke, then back. “Welcome, Ms. Tinsley. My name’s Adelle. You are our VIP for today. Anything you wish, we have been instructed to provide. May I get you a glass of champagne?”
Why not. “Yes, that would be lovely.”
I knew it was going to be a long day. However, I knew it was going to be well worth it.
After all, I got to see Trent in a few hours.
And that was all I seemed to be able to think about.
Well, that and how badly that waxing had hurt.
Trent
THE FIRST INTERVIEW OF THE afternoon lasted all of three minutes. The guy didn’t even pass Sarah’s initial questions, which made the process easier, especially for me. I was grateful they’d decided to do a staggered interview process, which would weed out most of the fakes before they ever made it my way.
The second interview came with a recommendation from Luke McCoy as well as Dylan Thomas, so I asked to meet with them. When two men joined me in the conference room, I instantly recognized the twins from Devotion.
I stood and greeted them both with a handshake, then sat down and glanced at their applications.
Christian and Tristan Biggs were relatively new members at Devotion; however, they were apparently high school friends of Dylan’s. According to Dylan, they’d maintained their friendship through the years and the twins had helped him with a scene with Sarah back when he and Sarah had been dating.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what made you decide to join Devotion?”
Christian spoke up first. “We joined on Dylan’s recommendation. Interesting club. We don’t get by there often, but we’ve been able to go a few times, mostly when they have BDSM-theme nights.”
I smiled to myself. I was the one who had implemented those.
“Tell me a little about yourselves,” I prompted, leaning back in my chair and regarding the pair. I knew quite a bit about them due to their application, but I wanted to hear it from them.
“We’re identical twins,” Christian stated, then smirked sheepishly. “Although that might be obvious.” He nodded toward the application. “I’m a homicide detective with the Dallas Police Department. My brother owns a mechanic shop.”
“Homicide? That’s gotta be brutal. I did a movie a few years ago where I played a homicide detective. I did quite a bit of research for that role, so I have an idea of what it’s like.”
“Not for the faint of heart, no,” Christian agreed. “But don’t worry, I counterbalance all the death and carnage with long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners…”
I cocked an eyebrow.
Christian laughed. “Not really. I’m not a fan of sand. Or fire.”
This guy was the funny one, obviously.
I glanced over at Tristan, who had yet to say a word. “And you? Do you have a fear of sand?”
Tristan shook his head.
“Well, then. Only identical in looks, huh?”
“Pretty much,” Christian agreed. “However, I’m the wittier, smarter one.”
Tristan flipped off his brother, making me laugh.
I perused the application, noting the twins were forty-three years old and apparently well-established in the BDSM community. They had lived in the Dallas area all their lives, both parents were still alive, and they had one younger sister.
“Why’re you interested in Dichotomy?” I asked before glancing up at the pair.
“Although we value our recent membership at Devotion,” Christian began, “Dichotomy offers us more to meet our personal preferences. Fetishes are good but our tastes run more along the lines of D/s. Plus, word’s getting out that this is the place to be.”
“Are you Dominants?”
“Yes,” Tristan replied. “With fourteen years of experience.” He nodded toward the application. “You’ll see an extensive list of clubs we’ve been members of, all in good standing.”
I noticed how Tristan seemed to be a rule follower, getting right to the point. I would’ve pegged them to be the opposite, so it was an interesting discovery.
“The list is extensive,” I told Tristan as I again scanned the page, noticing Sarah had added notes from when she’d called every club on the list to get details. Based on the positive feedback, the twins were well liked in the community.
