Only few clubs would require the waxing and polishing of leather whips, crops, and delightful tables equipped with clever devices and restraints. The club had been part of an upper class secret society over a hundred years ago in England, and it was Richard and Thomas who found how lucrative the depravity and lust that thrived in man’s heart was. Thus, the Odyssey found a new home hidden under the sidewalks of L.A., ready to serve up whatever sexual desire a person was willing to pay a substantial amount for. Unlike his nine to five life, Richard’s office at The Odyssey offered him a sanctuary, but today his universe had begun to spin out of control. Large chocolate eyes and rich full brown hair monopolized his thoughts, nearly enraging Richard, for all the other more important items that sat unattended on his desk. She was quickly becoming a dent in his well-formed armor, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. No one had managed to break through, and he needed to keep his wits about him to guarantee there would be no harm when it came time to walk away before she took off running.
