extended my arm and returned his strong handshake with an equally firm grip of my own. ‘I’d prefer to keep it as first names only if that’s OK with you.’
In response, David grinned again, a not entirely unattractive sight. ‘Not a problem, I’m sure you won’t be surprised to know you’re not the first visitor to the club who wants to keep their privacy.’ He paused and tilted his head thoughtfully. ‘In fact, I bet that’s not even your real name, is it, sweetheart?’
‘It is, actually,’ I replied curtly with a small frown as I mentally kicked myself for not using a false name. What an amateur mistake! ‘And I’d rather you didn’t call me sweetheart,’ I added petulantly. Taking a breath, I tried to control myself, my tumbling nerves were making me act with the grace of a fractious 10-year-old, not a woman who was well on her way towards 30.
Luckily, David ignored my little strop. ‘So you want to explore sexually. Good on you, too many people these days get caught up in boring relationships and forget to live,’ he stated passionately. ‘There’s so much out there to explore,’ he added wistfully. I gave an amused shake of my head. Clearly, this man loved his job, or perhaps his whole lifestyle. ‘OK, Stella. Tell me what you’re thinking of and I’ll tell you if it’s something we cater for at my club.’
I felt the blood leave my face as a bout of nerves seemed to briefly stop my heart. Was I really going to have to explain what I wanted out loud and in gory detail? I could hardly just say “I want a bad boy like Mr Darcy” could I? I’d sound completely mental; besides, I actually wanted a bit more than Mr Darcy’s level of badness.
Bugger, I’d sort of hoped there might be a questionnaire to fill in, or at the very least a tick box list I could use … anything that would have allowed me to avoid stating my sexual preferences out loud in front of a complete stranger. A complete stranger who was grinning as if thoroughly enjoying every second of my discomfort. Narrowing my eyes at him, I confirmed my earlier beliefs. He was definitely an utter bastard.
Picking up on my hesitancy David finally spoke again. ‘It’s fine to be nervous, sweetheart,’ he started, ignoring my earlier request not to call me by the nickname. ‘Let me tell you what we offer here at Club Twist and you see if anything sounds good.’
Releasing a breath of relief, I nodded gratefully and decided that after his thoughtful gesture I was willing to give David Halton another chance, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
‘So basically we’re a sex club, you can come here for a drink, a partner, or just to watch our shows. As such we make sure most preferences are catered for, if you’re interested in sex with strangers, bondage, domination, voyeurism, multiple partners, or girl on girl action then we can help you out.’ I’d read as much on the business card, but hearing it brashly stated out loud had caused my eyes to widen like saucers Wow, it was a veritable menu of sexual deviancy, and apparently I was at the buffet.
David sat back looking so proud of his business that I very nearly laughed out loud. ‘Or if there’s something even more specific you’re after I can probably find someone to accommodate your preferences,’ he added. Then, after a lengthy pause, David raised his eyebrows expectantly obviously hoping for a response from me.
‘Well … I …’ I paused nervously again, since my break-up from my ex, Aidan, I’d spent months considering the direction of my life and had decided focusing on my career was the path I wanted to go down for the time being. But I was a woman, I had certain needs … needs that Aidan had brought to the surface … God, why was it so hard to say out loud? ‘My last partner introduced me to the idea of domination …’ I finally said weakly. ‘I’d like to explore that some more.’ Yep, after several vodkas last night, I’d decided that a