You got the three-hearted key,” Sophie gasped about half an hour later as Claire held up the key she’d picked from the tall black hat. Because Claire had been the last girl on the list, she’d been told to go last. The rules were simple. The women kept selecting keys from the deep dark hat until the ménage key was picked. She’d pulled out the right one and her legs began to tremble with excitement as she gazed at the gorgeous red key with the three hearts intertwined. “You win the ménage tonight, Claire.” Jaxie Smarts, the club owner, winked. From the grudging looks on the other women’s faces, Claire knew she was the envy of the night. “This way, Claire.” Jaxie tilted her head toward the back door that led to the stairs. “And bring the key so you can get into the ménage room.” Claire nodded as exhilaration shot through her. She waved goodbye to Sophie, who grinned happily, and then Claire quickly followed Jaxie. The petite red-haired woman smiled as if she had a secret.
