Instead, I got to watch my new window be installed and deal with my insurance company.
The text came as I waved Remy off and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED.
RIX: Short skirt. Button-up blouse. Heels. Walk out of your house at 10 and get in the black Escalade.
How did I reply to that? With the only answer I wanted to give.
VALENTINA: Okay.
Anticipation lit my system. Things were changing again. Tonight. I had five hours to get ready, and that meant it was time for a little pampering.
Manicured. Pedicured. Freshly trimmed and blown out. Showered. Shaved smooth. When I slid my feet into one of my favorite pairs of heels—black patent leather Louboutins—I felt like the woman I’d been all those years ago who wasn’t afraid to hit the bars by myself and take what I needed for the night. Confidence and intent made all the difference in the world.
From my front window, I watched as a black Escalade drove up the street. I left my front porch lights on as I slipped out the portico door and strolled down my driveway to my path, an extra sway in my hips.
The blacked-out SUV slowed to a stop and the back door opened from the inside. I pushed through the gate and crossed the sidewalk to the curb before placing my foot on the running board. I climbed up inside, pulling the door shut behind me.
The Escalade rolled forward, but my eyes were on Rix. He was dressed as I’d never seen him before, in a charcoal-gray three-piece suit, a crisp white shirt, and a silver tie that matched his eyes.
Wow.
“Am I underdressed?” I asked, glancing down at my black mini and royal-blue silk blouse.
Rix’s gaze started at my feet and slowly rose to my face. Devouring. That was the word for what his eyes were doing to me.
“You look beautiful.”
His simple compliment filled me with warmth and even more excitement for the night ahead. “Thank you. You look . . . wow.”
The smile on my lips came easily, naturally, and even though I had no idea where we were going or what we were doing, I was ready—because I was with him.
“I clean up all right once in a while.”
“I’d say more than all right.”
Rix curled two fingers toward me, motioning me closer. I moved to the middle seat and he slid a hand into my hair, closing his fingers around the back of my neck. It was becoming his habit, and I was getting used to it. More than used to it, I was growing to crave it.
“I need a taste, but your lips look too perfect to touch.”
Instead of kissing my very shiny red lips—a bold choice for me—his mouth skimmed my jaw, the shell of my ear, and then down to my throat. Shivers rolled through my body, goose bumps prickling my skin with anticipation of more. I pressed my thighs together as his teeth scraped where his lips had trailed.
My movement wasn’t lost on Rix, and his hand slid to my thigh. “Fuck, you’re a hot piece, duchess.” His words curled around my ear and added to the shivers.
And then I remembered the driver. I jerked my head up and swung it toward the windshield. The man looked straight ahead, his sunglasses in place, even though it was after dark.
Rix squeezed my thigh. “Johnny Doe doesn’t see anything I don’t want him to see.”
We were already slowing in front of a large warehouse before I could reply.
“That was quick.”
Rix’s smile flashed. “And yet even with it being only minutes away from your house, I bet you’ve never heard of this club. Which isn’t a bad thing.”
“What club? I’ve heard of clubs,” I protested.
“Not clubs like this.”
I lowered my voice. “Is it a sex club?”
Rix’s laughter filled the cabin of the SUV, but Johnny Doe didn’t turn and look. “Do you want it to be?”
Did I? Tonight I was feeling like a new woman, but was this new woman that bold?
“Umm.” I flicked my gaze up to Rix’s flashing one. “I’ve never been to one before, so I can’t say I would even know what to expect.”
“We’d ease you in.”
My mouth dropped open and I blinked at him. “So it is a sex club?”
“Guess you’ll have to come and find out.”
Rix climbed out of his side of the SUV and came around to my door. My mouth was still hanging open when he offered me a hand, and we crossed the short stretch of sidewalk before reaching a black steel door. When the door opened without Rix having to knock, and a woman in a red dress stood inside, I remembered to shut my mouth.
“Right this way, sir.”
As she led us across a shiny black-lacquered floor to an elevator bay, also painted black, it was anticipation and not trepidation filling me. With Rix by my side, I didn’t feel fear. Maybe that was the upside of knowing that wherever you went, you were with the scariest SOB in the room.
The woman in the red dress didn’t follow us into the elevator, but she did press a button and the doors slid shut.
“So, you’re not going to tell me.”
Rix shook his head. “No. You get to experience.”
He pulled something from his pocket and dangled it from his fingertips. It was a mask. Lace and satin, embroidered in silver thread and studded with crystal gems. Black ribbon ties fluttered down.
Oh my God, we really are going to a sex club.
“Is that necessary?”
Rix nodded. “Even I’ll wear a mask. It’s required tonight.”
“Is this—”
“I promise you’ll enjoy it, so stop worrying.” He held the mask out, carefully laying it in place, and tied it around the back of my head before sliding a much simpler black mask over his face.