Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Okay. He could say what he was thinking. “I thought Sanctum was the club.”
“Sanctum is a club. The best club,” Big Tag shot back.
Jared was still not understanding. “So we’re playing football against ourselves?”
JT shook his head as though this made some sense to him. “No, we’re playing against The Club.”
“Which club?”
Tag grinned like this was what he lived for. “The Club.”
Yes, he was definitely caught in Tag’s game. “I feel like I am missing something. So there’s a club called The Club?”
“Exactly, and it’s full of old rich dudes who think they can play football but they can’t because they’re old and rich and soft,” Tag pointed out. “And they’re not creative with names. We have to beat them or I’ll spend a year listening to Julian Lodge’s snide remarks about how my guys are pudgy and slow.”
“And if you win?”
Tag shrugged. “Oh, I’ll call his guys pudgy and slow no matter who wins. Pretty much Lodge will too.”
“So you play this game and nothing actually changes if you win?” Jared asked.
“Exactly, and I expect you to play for Sanctum. Lodge won’t see it coming. I’ll bench Li since half the time he tries to kick the ball when he’s supposed to run with it. I blame Europe. You’re in, too, Malone. I can’t let Simon play either because he’s a terrible athlete and also because of Europe.”
Tag could be a mystery. “I think I’m safe playing a little flag football.”
Tag reached out and gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “Yeah. Flag football. You keep believing that one, buddy. See you out there.”
Tag strode away.
“Should I be worried?” He probably should be worried.
Jared’s new friend turned his way. “I don’t know. Should I be worried? Serial killer?”
Jared shrugged. “The documentary comes out next year. It’ll tell you everything you need to know. That part of my life is over, but I think we should stay away from the Erin chick. Let’s get this party started.”
* * * *
“So we’re going to meet our Doms for the weekend, but it’s completely dark and we can’t see them and they can’t see us? And we’re feeding each other a meal. In the dark?” Sarah asked, wondering how this was going to work. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror.
Charlotte Taggart nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. It’s a way to get to know your play partner without any expectations. We’ve fitted the room with chaise lounges you’ll share. You can sit apart or cuddle together. The food is finger food and not terrifically messy. I’ve made sure everyone has a glass of wine or cocktail of their choice. It’s going to be fun.”
It didn’t sound like fun. “Why am I in the corset then? If he can’t see me, why didn’t I stay in my scrubs?”
“You could if you want him to reach out and feel polyester,” Charlotte replied.
She had a point. “My scrubs are made of organic cotton, but still not sexy. Continue.”
Kori’s elbow dug into her side.
She ignored her. It wasn’t the first time she’d interrupted the queen to ask a question. It wouldn’t be the last. It never seemed to bother Charlotte. For an alpha female, she didn’t mind a few questions.
“I want every one of you to take this time to get to know the Dom who’s been selected for you,” Charlotte continued. “For our three nights, you will call your partner Sir and he will use a pet name of your choosing. We want you to get to know each other, to have fun with each other, and take this wherever you would like for it to go. You’ll spend time with him tonight. Tomorrow you get to make the choice if you want to continue. I’ll explain all of that before tomorrow evening’s party. The Dom makes the choice on the final night, and then you’re free to continue the relationship if you like.”
“What will the couples be doing while the unattacheds are praying we’re not eating anything we’re allergic to?” Sarah asked. “Or that we hate a lot.”
Charlotte smiled. “Well, some of us get to watch.”
“Perv,” Eve said with a grin. “Some of us will be setting up for the party we’ll have afterward, where it will be a regular Thursday night and we have scenes going.”
“That’s why Tag wanted my spare night vision goggles,” Erin Taggart said. She was a lovely redhead wearing a pair of leather boy shorts and a matching corset. Her hair was piled on top of her head giving her elegant lines. Sarah had always wanted to get Erin in her makeup chair. Not because she wasn’t already gorgeous, but because she had such striking features they would be fun to play with.
She really should have been a makeup artist. If only it paid as well as saving lives.
“You have a spare set of night vision goggles?” Serena Dean-Miles asked.