She gave me another of those cool, thoughtful looks, then walked out. But as I watched her leave, foreboding shivered through me. She would find a way to mute the Raziq's device—I had no doubt of that.
Just as I had no doubt that the price would be one I'd be reluctant to pay.
I rubbed my arms against the sudden chill in my flesh, and couldn't hold back a sigh of relief when the door closed behind her.
"I'm glad she isn't staying for dinner."
"So am I." Lucian topped up my glass. "As much as I like the occasional threesome, I have this odd feeling you would not have been your usual unrestrained self."
I gave him a wry smile. "That is, of course, presuming I'll have anything to be unrestrained about."
He gave me an innocent smile. "Of course."
I crossed my legs. "So how come you know about this place and I don't?"
"A client told me about it and offered an introduction."
His gaze was on my legs and his hunger stirred the air. It echoed through me, warm and delicious. "An introduction? You have to be introduced and approved to be a member here?"
He nodded. "Franklin's caters to the rich. This place caters to the überrich, as well as those who derive pleasure from watching."
"You can watch in any of the wolf clubs. And Franklin's has private viewing rooms."
"Yes, but we are not talking about common sex here."
"BDSM?" I had no problem with that in and of itself, but beyond the odd handcuff fantasy, I really wasn't into that sort of sexual play.
He nodded. "And blood play, fetishes, fantasies—but not all at once. Every night has a different ‘theme.'"