Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,25

It was within walking distance of their hotel and from the website, appeared to operate as a regular bar by day, so it fit his plan.

Logan liked knowing what to expect before arriving somewhere, and maps and pictures online weren’t a substitute for the real thing.

Logan

The October air was the perfect blend of warm and cool that made for perfect conditions for a walk. The sun was already lower in the sky, which meant soon the cool would win out, and Felicity would need to put on her jacket, but for right now, she could enjoy the last vestiges of warmth on her bare skin.

Logan’s hand was warm around hers, and she had a sense of déjà vu as they walked down the street, laughing and talking, and pointing out things in the storefronts—something they used to do all the time. Taking long walks together and noticing all the little things along the way was a small thing, but she’d missed it without realizing it.

She had to admit, some part of her had wondered if he’d been planning this weekend to be a giant sextravaganza. While she didn’t think she would have completely objected to that, it was nice to have it not be the case.

Well, unless he was giving them tonight to unwind and then the rest of the weekend would be a giant sextravaganza.

“Hey, you always wanted to try this place, right?” Logan asked, his voice deceptively casual.

Felicity giggled. She knew damn well, wherever they were going, Logan had a plan. He was kind of a control freak that way. If they were passing by one of the fancy bars, she’d always wanted to check out, it was by design. Bar Marco was known for its creative cocktails.

“Why yes, yes, I did.”

Two cocktails and one small plate later, Felicity was feeling pleasantly buzzed. The bartender had made them custom drinks, based on what they said they liked, and both drinks had been amazing. She would have happily stayed even longer, but Logan wanted to keep exploring. Curious about what else he had planned, Felicity let him lead on.

Their next stop was another bar, a few blocks away, Felicity didn’t recognize. The brick exterior didn’t stand out from any of the other buildings around it, but it looked way bigger than the bar they’d just come from. The front windows were blacked out, so they couldn’t see inside, and there was a stylized dragon in red and white stenciled onto the center of each window.

“The Outlands?” She didn’t think she’d heard of it before. Since the last one had been a bar, she’d told Logan she wanted to go to, she was curious what was special about this one. She perked up. “As in Outlander?” Confusion set in again. It didn’t look like how she’d picture an Outlander-themed bar.

“No. Ah, and don’t mention Outlander while we’re in there,” Logan said, opening the door for her.

Even more curious now, Felicity entered the bar.

The room was huge and not at all what she’d expected. With a massive dance floor set in front of a stage, leather booths lining the walls, and a chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, it looked more like a club than a bar. There were more dragons decorating the walls, both sculptures and paintings, and they were all huge and gorgeous. There was also a glass case set into the wall behind the bar, filled with what looked like fantastical figurines.

The booths were crowded with people of all ages, although the majority of them were younger. It didn’t feel like a dive bar or a college hangout. If anything, there was a pretty diverse mix of people—in every sense of the word.

“Huh.”

“Come on,” Logan said, pulling on her hand. “Let’s go get a drink.”

Logan

The upstairs of The Outlands looked just like it did in the pictures, except maybe even bigger. The dance floor was massive, all on its own. He wondered if Felicity had noticed the cages on either side of the stage. From the video he’d seen online, women danced in them at night when the place was open as a club—a regular club, not a BDSM club.

The BDSM club part was downstairs and not open to the general public—if they even knew it was there, likely most of them didn’t.

The upstairs catered to the Pittsburgh college social scene, while the basement was for the kink community. Logan thought it was a brilliant setup. Walking in, no one would ever know it was anything