Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(67)

When they stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby, Dylan took her hand in his, and Sarah willed the damn thing not to tremble. She did not want Dylan knowing how freaking nervous she was. This was something he was comfortable with, apparently. She wanted to be able to give him this, although she had no idea what it entailed. Sure, she was a willing participant, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared out of her mind.

Okay, maybe scared wasn’t the right word. More like edgy. Nervous.

The man had mentioned sharing her with another man. Would he do that with a stranger? Would she even be okay with that?

Dylan suddenly stopped, then turned Sarah to face him. His dark eyes locked with hers and she fought the tears that were threatening. She did that when she was nervous.

“We’re gonna visit this club tonight, Sarah,” he whispered softly, his thumb brushing her chin. “There are no expectations.”

“Are you sure?”

His dark eyebrows darted down.

“I mean, you did mention you wanted to share me,” she blurted, hating the tremble in her voice.

His smile altered his face in ways that affected her insides. “Not here, baby. Definitely not here.”

Was that relief that filled her?

“When and if that day comes, we’ll be in a place I know, a place where I know you’ll be safe. And it damn sure won’t be a stranger touching you.”

Sarah exhaled sharply. That made her feel remarkably better.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He looked genuinely concerned.

“A little, yeah.”

Dylan’s arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in close, his head lowering until his lips were brushing her ear.

“I want you to trust me, Sarah. Implicitly. I will never put you in harm’s way. I will never sacrifice you for anything. If you want to explore, you let me know. Otherwise, I’m going to assume we’re here to enjoy the evening, and we can do that without sex. I’m more than happy to take you back to the room and strip that sexy little dress right off your body. Doesn’t have to be at the club.”

Sarah nodded, then patted his chest. When he stood up straight, she went to her toes and kissed his mouth lightly. “Thank you.”

“Come on,” he urged. “Let’s take a look around, see what it’s all about. You can decide from there what you’re comfortable with.”

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Sarah managed to calm her rioting nerves. Knowing that Dylan didn’t expect anything from her tonight made it easier to follow his lead as they headed toward the entrance. They bypassed the long line that wound through the casino. There were people of all different shapes, sizes, and colors waiting to go inside. Some appeared frustrated by the wait; others were making the best of it, joking and laughing.

When they reached the bouncer, Dylan gave the man his name, and they were waved through with instructions to head up to the VIP lounge.

Sarah paused as soon as they stepped into the main club. She couldn’t help but look around. It was relatively early by Vegas standards, but the people at the club didn’t seem to notice. Then again, there were no windows in there or in the casino, so it was hard to tell what time it was at any point in the day or night. There were hundreds of people scattered about. Some standing at the high tables, drinking and talking. Others on the dance floor grinding against one another. There were two additional levels, both of which had leather seating and people filling every square inch.

“This is the main club,” Dylan spoke into her ear. “Let’s go to the VIP area.”

Sarah nodded, then allowed him to direct her toward an elevator, where another bouncer was standing. Dylan again introduced himself and the man checked a sheet of paper on a clipboard before hitting the button to open the elevator doors.

When they stepped out into the VIP area, Sarah instantly noted the difference. Where the main club was lit with strobe lights, this one had dim red lights throughout. There was a long bar on one side and plenty of available seating. Along the walls there were sections separated by sheer curtains. The music wasn’t quite as loud, but the bass was just as deep, reverberating off the walls and the ceiling, making her insides rattle.

Dylan took her hand and led her to one of the sectioned-off areas. It was more like a room, really. There was a long leather couch with chaise lounges on each end and a glass table in front. There was also another bouncer standing sentry at the front, obviously keeping an eye on things.

Once they were seated, a waitress came in and took their drink orders.

“7-Up,” Sarah told her. “For both of us.”

“Also,” Dylan added, “if you wouldn’t mind, we’d like to let Isaiah Fontenot know that we’re here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The woman disappeared and Sarah turned to Dylan. “Is he the club manager?”

Dylan nodded. “Trent texted me this morning to let me know Isaiah wanted to meet us.”

“Really?”

Dylan smirked. “Turns out, Max Adorite, who owns this place, is a silent investor in Trent’s upcoming venture.”

“Ah. Okay then.”

Sarah managed to relax. If this was going to be mostly about work, she figured she had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Funny, that should’ve made her feel better.