“I’m comfortable with the way Luke runs Devotion,” Trent explained, “but I’m interested in something a little more … hip. I know that sounds strange, but I preferred his previous club to this one.”
“By hip … I assume you’re not talking open to the public.”
Trent shook his head. “Absolutely not. But I am interested in something a little darker, more in the realm of bondage and discipline.”
“BDSM,” Dylan mused.
“Exactly. And right now, there isn’t a club in the Dallas area that caters to it the way I want.”
“So, you’re into that?” Dylan wasn’t judging, he was simply trying to get a feel for who this man was. “BDSM?”
“Yes.” Trent apparently wasn’t going to elaborate.
“What about your … career?” Surely the man considered the repercussions of owning a BDSM club and the impact it could have on his acting career.
Trent leaned back, resting one hand on the table, the other along the back of the booth. He looked completely casual, not at all put off by Dylan’s line of questioning.
“I was just offered a leading role in another movie. After some serious negotiations, I took it. That’s going to eat up a lot of my time. So, if you’re asking whether or not acting is a priority for me, then yes, it is. It pays the bills, and as long as the roles are still coming, I’m still taking them. But this endeavor is equally important. A lot of actors dabble in producing and directing. That’s not my thing. This is.”
Good point.
“So what is it you’re looking for from me?” Dylan asked, leaning back when the waiter returned to deliver their food.
“Thanks,” Trent said to the waiter. “I’ve got financial backing although it wasn’t necessarily needed. I’ve got more than enough to finance this endeavor, but I was looking for some silent partners who were familiar with the industry. I’m venturing into an area that’s outside of a lot of people’s comfort zones. I want to have input other than my own. If you’re interested in that aspect … as a partner … I can have my lawyer present the information to you.” Trent picked up his coffee. “I’m also looking for someone to manage the club. From the highest level. As much as I want to do that, it’s not going to be possible. Luke will tell you that I tend to stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong, so I need someone strong enough to push back when necessary.”
Dylan grinned. He could totally see that from Trent.
“If you’re interested, you’d be responsible for hiring people and managing the day-to-day. We will have to vet the clients and work diligently to ensure their safety and anonymity while they’re in attendance. I’ll get you anything you need.”
“You said you’re looking for something different from Devotion. Are you modeling it after another club?”
“Have you heard of Devil’s Playground?”
Trent shook his head.
“It’s an establishment owned by Maximillian Adorite. He resides here in Dallas, but his most successful clubs are in Las Vegas and New York. He does have one here, but it’s a basic nightclub. The other two have similar clubs within the walls, but they’ve also got expansion clubs, which are in the realm of what I’m looking for.”
Las Vegas and New York.
“I’m not at all interested in the nightclub aspect. Too many of those to contend with.”
“So, a standalone fetish club is what you’re looking for?”
“Exactly. And so you’re familiar, I think you should go visit one of the other two,” Trent stated after chewing. “Get a feel for it. I’m breaking ground in two months. It would be ideal if you were up to speed. Things are going to move fast.”
Of course they were. Dylan suspected Trent Ramsey did everything at warp speed. At thirty-four, the guy was young, definitely still a hot commodity.
“I assume since you’re breaking ground, you’ve already got a location in mind?”
Trent nodded, then took a sip of his coffee. “I do. It was critical that I put a little distance between my new club and Devotion. I’m not looking to be in competition with Devotion. After all, I own a stake in it as well.”
Dylan understood that. “That’s good information to have.”
“So, I’m going out on a limb here and trusting what Luke told me,” Trent added. “If you want the job, it’s yours. I’ll get you the contract details so you can look it over. If the money’s an issue, let me know. I think it’s fair, but if you feel differently, I expect you to speak up.”
Straight and to the point, that’s obviously how Trent rolled.
“I’m interested,” Dylan told him, setting his coffee mug down. “Of course, I’ll have to review the contract. And I’ll head out to Vegas to check out Devil’s Playground to see what I’m in for.”
“Perfect. I’ll get you a suite at Carnality. It’s the hottest fucking place out there right now. Max Adorite bought the flagging hotel/casino, changed the name, and has revamped it into one of the nicest places on the strip. Don’t let the name fool you.”
Interesting name, Dylan had to admit.
“I can get my private jet to take you out there,” Trent offered.
“No need. I’ve got one of those.”
Trent’s eyebrow lifted, obviously curious.
“My grandfather,” he stated.
“If you don’t mind me asking…”
“Xavier Thomas.”
Trent grinned. “No need to explain further. I recognize the name.”
Dylan figured he would. Xavier Thomas was a billionaire who had worked his entire life to get where he was today. Plenty of people had heard of him.
“Again, I’ll get my lawyer to send the information over.” Trent glanced down at his watch. “I have to run. I’m heading to California in a couple of hours. Need to take care of a few things first. I’m looking forward to working with you, Dylan.”
“As am I,” he said, shaking Trent’s hand as the man stood. “And I’m covering breakfast.”
Trent smirked. “That’s probably a first.”
Yeah, well, Dylan damn sure wasn’t looking for any handouts.
“Call me when you check out the club. Let me know what you think. We’ll get together next week and walk through the blueprints and the design.”
Dylan nodded. “Will do.”
With that, Trent was out the door and Dylan was still trying to catch up with the conversation. He took a moment to breathe before he pulled his phone from his pocket.
Now it was time to call Sarah.
Looked as though a trip was in their immediate future after all.
“VEGAS?” SARAH COULDN’T KEEP THE surprise out of her voice.
She also couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Standing in her living room, holding the phone to her ear while she danced in place, she knew she looked like a loon. Still, her smile widened.
“Yes, ma’am,” Dylan crooned. “You said you’ve never been, so I figured this would be a good time for us to check it out.”
“Is this business or pleasure?”
“Both.”
“So you talked to Trent Ramsey?” She still had a hard time believing that Dylan knew the famous actor.
“I did. He offered me the job.”
“Wow. That’s … awesome. Did you accept?”
“I did. Well, provided the numbers all work out. But I did agree to go check out a club in Vegas.”
“And you want to take me along.” It wasn’t a question. She liked that he’d called, that he wanted her to go along with him. Even though it felt a little fast, Sarah wasn’t above spending more time with this man.
“I do.”
There was a strange feeling in her chest. Her heart was swelling, close to bursting. Ever since Saturday night, Sarah had been talking to Dylan every day. They hadn’t seen each other since he dropped her off on Sunday evening, but she was partially to blame for that. Once she got home, reality had set in, and she’d needed a little time to come to terms with everything. After talking
to Elaine, Sarah felt a little better.
One day at a time.
Those words continued to play over and over in her head. She was trying to ensure she did just that, but it seemed as though things were moving fast.
Then again, they’d started this three years ago, so maybe fast wasn’t the right word to use to describe it.
“Say you’ll go with me, Sarah,” Dylan said softly.
“Yes,” she blurted. “I’ll go with you. When?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Wow. Okay. That’s a quick turnaround.”
Dylan chuckled. “When you meet Trent, you’ll see that’s his normal speed. Our flight leaves at ten, so I’ll pick you up at nine.”
“Don’t we need to be at the airport early?” She knew there were still heightened security measures in place, which meant the security lines were usually long.
“I’ve got it all taken care of.”
“Okay, then. I guess I’ll have to trust you.” Sarah glanced around her house. “How long are we going for?”
“Two nights, three days.”
That should make it relatively easy to pack. “Okay.”
“Do you need me to come over and help you pick out your clothes?”
Sarah chuckled at the seductive note in his voice. “I think I’ve got it covered.” She knew if she allowed him to come over, packing would be the last thing that got done.
“Oh, and Sarah…”
“Hmm?”
“The club we’re going to visit…”
“It’s a sex club?”
“It is.”
She figured it would be.
“I’m good with that.” Surprisingly, she really was okay with it. “I’d love to check it out.”
“Okay, good.”
“I’m even willing to participate,” she offered, grinning at the hitch in his breath.
“Yeah?”
“What’s the saying? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“Baby, it won’t just stay in Vegas, I promise you that.”
Well, then.
When they disconnected the call, Sarah once again peered around her house. She had so much to do. She needed to clean, do a load of laundry, pack. And she needed to call Jake to let him know she was leaving town. Then she’d have to call her mom, drop the kitties off over there.
Holy crap.
She was going to Vegas tomorrow.
With Dylan.
Shit. What in the world was she going to wear?
chapter SIXTEEN
Thursday, January 19
“A PRIVATE JET?”
Dylan glanced down to see Sarah staring at him, her eyes wide with wonder.
“I’m partial to the private part,” he told her, grinning. “Did I mention those jeans look amazing on you?”
Sarah laughed, turning away from him quickly but not quickly enough. He still noticed the blush that crept over her cheeks. God, she was sweet.
Sweet and sexy and fun. And damn, but he couldn’t wait to get her alone on this plane. He hadn’t touched her since Sunday, hadn’t seen her since then, and he was itching to get his hands on her.
After they were seated and Jim, the pilot, shared the details of the flight, Dylan poured them drinks and waited for takeoff.
“Sprite,” he said, offering her the glass. “If you’d like something else, I’m sure I can find it.”
“This is perfect,” she told him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t need alcohol to entertain me.”
Neither did he, Dylan realized. And it was the truth. He hadn’t craved anything since the night he saw Sarah at Devotion. Well, he craved her, but that was entirely different.
“So, do you fly on this thing often?” Sarah asked, her eyes scanning the interior.
The interior of the jet was all decked out in cream-colored leather and rustic wood. His grandfather had spared no expense when it came to transportation. The jet was used often, so it only made sense that it was the equivalent of a high-end condominium, complete with a large bedroom, an oversized bathroom, and satellite television. All the luxuries of home in the sky.
“Whenever I want to go somewhere, yes.” He smiled, then added, “Which is rare.”
“It’s nice. I’ve never been on a private plane.”
Dylan trailed his finger down her arm. “Don’t worry, we’ll break this thing in right.”
All day yesterday, when he’d been setting up their stay in Vegas, Dylan had thought about Sarah endlessly. More specifically, he’d thought about getting her alone again. It was a wonder he could keep his hands off her now. From the moment he’d dropped her off at her house on Sunday, Dylan had been eager to see her, touch her, to pull her into his arms and never let her go. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to. One he’d never expected to feel again, actually. But he wasn’t fighting it.
“So, there’s no flight attendant?” she inquired.
“There is. Two, actually. Dave and Mindy Burke. Husband and wife who work for my grandfather. But I told them to take a break. They’re in their private room, probably reading, maybe sleeping.”
“Room?”
“It’s small but comfortable. Like a small first-class lounge. With a door. They like it in there.”
“Oh.”
“I was hoping for some privacy.” No reason not to tell her what his intentions were.
Sarah’s golden eyebrows rose in question. “Is that right?”
Jim’s voice came over the speaker, announcing their departure and asking that they buckle up. Dylan managed to relax a little.
“So, once we’re up in the air…” Sarah turned her head, smiling at him.
Dylan saw the glimmer of heat, the way she bit down on her lower lip. Yeah, clearly she was as intrigued as he was where the in-flight entertainment was concerned.
“Are you teasing me, woman?”
“Maybe.”
Dylan placed his drink in the cup holder, then unbuckled his seat belt. He quickly changed seats, choosing the one across from her so that he could see her better.
Sarah giggled. “Running from me already?”
If only.
The engines roared to life and the plane shifted abruptly, clearly gearing up for takeoff.
This was going to be one hell of a ride. At least if he had anything to say about it.
For a few minutes, he merely watched her, admiring the sexy woman sitting across from him. She was wearing boots and jeans and a sweater that looked as soft as her skin. Sarah had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, which gave him an unobstructed view of her neck and the hint of a tattoo that peeked out of her sweater, right on her shoulder. He remembered how she’d looked when he’d been lodged to the hilt inside her, so fucking beautiful it nearly hurt to look at her.
He wanted to take his time with this woman, but he couldn’t wait to see more of her. It was probably expected that he court her, but he’d waited so damn long for her, he wasn’t sure he would survive the wait.
No, he knew he wouldn’t survive the wait. The way she was staring at him, as though she was ready to eat him for dessert…
The plane was moving down the runway, bouncing over the tarmac. It wouldn’t be long now.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?”
Dylan smiled. “I’m imagining you naked.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“Which I fully intend for you to be just as soon as this plane is in the air.”
A soft pink glow lit her face.
“Is that okay with you?”
Sarah nodded.
“Good.”
Dylan took a sip of his drink as the engines revved and the plane moved forward. It gained speed and Dylan tried to think of anything besides pulling Sarah onto his dick and fucking her until they both couldn’t breathe.
When the plane finally left the ground, he released a breath.
“Take your boots off,” Dylan instructed, keeping his voice low, his tone authoritative.
Her eyes wi
dened momentarily, and he noticed the way Sarah went very still. She clearly knew what he was up to. Now he simply had to wait to see if she was going to participate.
Keeping his eyes on her, he watched as she sipped her drink, then very slowly leaned down and removed her boots, one at a time. When she’d completed the task, Sarah sat up tall, her eyes locked on his face.
“Now your jeans.”
Her head swiveled, her eyes darting in the direction of the front of the plane.
“No one will come back here,” he assured her. “I asked for complete privacy, and the Burkes are nothing if not professional.”
She seemed to trust him, which he found incredibly hot. Not that he would lie to her. Dave and Mindy weren’t coming back here unless Dylan summoned them, which he wouldn’t.
His dick stirred to life as Sarah slowly unbuttoned her jeans, then lowered the zipper, a hint of turquoise lace peeking through. He could see the hesitancy on the smooth lines of her face, but he also noticed her desire. This woman would forever surprise him, of that he was positive. Dylan liked that she was willing to do as he instructed.
By the time the plane leveled out, Sarah’s jeans were on the floor beside her boots. Her trim legs were crossed, and he noticed the way she was rubbing her thighs together.
“The sweater’s gotta go, too,” he informed her.
Sarah smiled, but he could tell she was fighting her nerves. It was sexy as fuck. The woman wasn’t used to this, but she was clearly willing to experiment. Dylan considered that a good thing because he’d made a vow to himself to rock her world as often as possible during this trip. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go. He’d seen her interest at Devotion, knew there was a devious side to her sexuality, and he wanted to experiment with it, to bring her pleasure like she’d never known existed.
Another few minutes passed while she finished off her drink, but the sweater did finally come off, leaving her clad in a matching turquoise bra and panties.
Hot damn, the woman was fucking sexy. Curvy and tattooed. His dick stirred in his jeans.
Dylan waited patiently until Jim came over the speaker again, informing them they could move about the cabin. He then made a quick call to Dave, reminding the man to give them complete privacy. He wanted to ease Sarah’s nerves as much as he could, because in a few minutes, once he got his mouth on her, Dylan knew there would be no stopping him.
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