Seems like Gordon could only bring a guest once a month. If I wanted to see Starr twisting on her hoop again, I was going to have to become a member. The good thing about being filthy rich was it opened doors that typically would be closed. Then you add in the fact I knew someone who knew Jet, one of the owners, and I knew I’d get what I wanted, and sure enough, I was in. Of course I had to meet with Jet, and received the warning. This wasn’t how they typically did things at The Club and I’d pay for it if he ever, even once, regretted bypassing the typical application process. I wasn’t going to ruin my chances of being able to flirt with my girl while she was all dressed up as any man’s wet dream. Once again, I found my spot in the shadows and watched her emerge from the same door as she had a couple of nights ago. It was strange that it had only been days when my heart felt like it had been years. Narrowing my eyes when Ricky came up to her, I had to control my urge to rip his throat out when he placed a hand on her shoulder.
What do You think about WIth A Twist: (The Club #9)?
