I looked around the room and my stomach fluttered with nervousness. I bit my lip and turned to walk out. No matter what my body thought it wanted, my head was pushing me to leave the club. I almost made it to the door when my phone rang.“Hello?”“Elli, don’t you dare leave.”“Monty? Are you here?” I couldn’t see her, but the club was crowded. How did she know I was going to leave?“No. But I’m well versed in the ways of Elli. Give it a chance. You’ll never learn if you want this if you don’t try.”“I should’ve never told you about my fantasy.”“Yes, you should have. That’s what friends are for. Now go find a table and sit down. Tell me all about it tomorrow.”“Okay.” I resigned myself to sitting in a corner for a few hours and going home. I hated social situations and the only reason I was here was because of some stupid flyer and talking to Monty about what I’d thought I wanted.I hung up the phone and waded through to a dark corner. The ad said Dark Encounters was the place to be if you were into BDSM.
