Dominik
PUSHING OPEN THE DOOR, I GESTURE FOR HER TO GO AHEAD OF ME.
Even without seeing her face, I can sense the confusion. This place is too grand in scale to be a personal home. "Is this a hotel?" she asks.
"Kind of." I settle on, "Private members club." "What kind of club?"
"Shared interests."
She halts. "Please tell me this isn't a sex club."
"No." My eyes narrow. "Have you been to those?" "No!"
I breathe a sigh of relief. I want to say I'm an enlightened, modern man. But I'm absolutely not. The thought of crowds of people having seen her naked body, touched her, treated her like an object for their sexual satisfaction… yeah, I can't handle that shit. She's mine, and mine alone. At seven in the morning, it's still pretty quiet around here. We don't run into anyone until we get downstairs, where we pass Isaiah.
