Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,32

few times they’d chatted but claimed he wasn’t interested in dating. Whenever someone pushed for more information, Rocky changed the subject.

“I can stop at the desk and get my own room if you want to bring someone back,” Rocky offered.

“No,” Felix said with equal fervor. Felix knew his reason hinged on the complex emotions he still felt for Jude Arrow. Was Rocky’s excuse different or the same?

What kind of man would grab Rocky Jacobs’s attention so hard he couldn’t let go? Felix hoped to find out.

Gentleman Jack’s swanky location and tight security matched what Felix had anticipated. He knew there wouldn’t be throngs of eager young people lined up behind a velvet rope outside the place. Felix wasn’t even surprised when he noticed the telltale bulge of a shoulder holster beneath the bouncer’s jacket.

Rocky handed the behemoth man what looked like two blank credit cards. Felix and Rocky had shined their cell phone lights on the black plastic, tipping them in every direction to find a trace of writing or something that indicated why the cards would get them inside the club. Felix had expected some type of holograph, but they found nothing. Big and bald held the opaque plastic beneath a scanner, and they finally understood when the soft blue light illuminated the club’s logo, which was a jack of spades playing card. Their names and photos also appeared on the passes, only his said Clark Kent instead of Felix Franklin, and Rocky’s said Bruce Wayne.

“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Wayne and Mr. Kent,” the bouncer said, handing them back their cards.

Rocky gave the bruiser a brief nod, so Felix did the same.

“Mr. Kent and Mr. Wayne?” Felix asked once they were out of earshot.

Rocky winked. “Told you I was Batman.”

The interior of the club was where Felix’s imagination had steered him wrong. He’d expected hard-thumping music and sex acts everywhere his eyes landed. Instead, the atmosphere was mellow and surprisingly elegant. Felix tried not to gawk as his gaze roamed around the room. The posh black motif was only broken by green ambient lighting. Behind the bar was an enormous glass mosaic featuring the jack of clubs. Nearly every table was full, and there weren’t many vacant barstools.

A statuesque blonde holding a tablet approached them. She wore a short black skirt, a white dress shirt unbuttoned far enough to show a tantalizing amount of cleavage, and a million-dollar smile. “Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Mercedes. May I see your cards?”

She accepted Rocky’s card first and inserted the black plastic into a reader built into the tablet. It brought up his fake name, photo, and a list of preferences. When and how had he provided them? When could Felix get a closer look at what made the private investigator tick?

Mercedes handed Rocky’s back to him, then accepted Felix’s. He briefly wondered if Rocky had given him weird preferences as a joke, but this woman would be trained not to react if he had. She smiled at Felix when she returned the black plastic to him.

“Since this is your first time visiting, I need to go over a few rules and have you sign some documents.”

“Documents?” Felix asked. Like some kind of medical waiver? Was he ensuring them that his heart was healthy enough to witness the proclivities in the club?

“A simple non-disclosure form,” Mercedes said. “Guaranteeing our members’ privacy is of utmost importance.”

“Yes, of course,” Felix said.

Felix understood why the vibe in this part of the club was calmer. This was more like an anteroom. The wickedly good stuff happened deeper inside the building. Anticipation thrummed through Felix as he and Rocky followed Mercedes to a booth. She placed the tablet in front of them, and Rocky took advantage of the moment to slip his eyeglasses on.

Mercedes went through the club rules, which covered things like no touching without consent, no filming or taking photos, which were things Felix expected to hear.

“We have four sections in the club, and you’ll need to scan your cards to enter each one,” she said. “This, as you can see, is the jack of clubs. The next section is the jack of diamonds, followed by the jack of hearts and ending with the jack of spades.”

She described the services they could expect in each. Felix noticed the place started off mild and got wilder with each progression.

“Now, I need to explain something important,” Mercedes continued. “Your invitations are for observing only. We can’t allow anyone to engage with the club staff until they’ve