Accidental Mistress (Filthy Billionaires Book 2) by Evelyn Austin

Author:Evelyn Austin [Austin, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver Griffon Associates
Published: 2023-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The Field Trip

“Oh, fuck, no,” I say, shaking my head. “This can’t be right. Exeter House doesn’t have a sex club.”

I reach over and knock on the glass partition separating us from the driver. The window lowers.

“Ma’am?”

“Hi, yeah, I’m sorry, you’ve made a mistake. This is Exeter House. We’re looking for a club. I think it’s here in Malibu—” I dig my phone out of my purse. “You know what, I’ll call David and ask him for the address.”

“This is the place. Mr. Melnik gave me the address.” He holds his phone up and shows me the text. Yup, he’s right. This is the place. David even says in his text that it’s connected to Exeter House.

The driver holds up two black, feathery masks. “He also said you need to wear these. Something about club policy.”

With a squeal of excitement, Gwen snatches up the masks. “These are so pretty. I’m taking the one with pearls around the eyes.” She hands me the other one—just a black velvet half-mask with long black feathers affixed to one side. Simple. Elegant. And it matches my plain black dress.

With the mask in my hand, I fall back against my seat. “This isn’t what I signed up for. I’m not going in there.”

“What? Why not? This has got to be the most exclusive sex club in the L.A. area hands down. We have to go in.” Gwen is practically breathless at this point.

I shake my head again. “I can’t run into Ash. If he finds me in there without him, he’ll go into orbit.”

Well, maybe. We’re broken up. Or are we? He has to know that I’m upset about what he said on the phone. But does he know I never want to see his smug, unnaturally handsome face again? There’s a chance that blocking his number didn’t make that clear.

“Okay, I hear you,” Gwen says, sobering. “But what are the chances he’ll be in there today, right now? Besides, we have to wear masks. If by some chance he’s in there, he’d never recognize you.”

She may have a point about the masks. “Okay, but we leave the second you have enough material. One hour, tops.”

Gwen’s green eyes light up. “Deal.”

Lovely.

I sigh, resigned to my fate. This isn’t what I want to be doing with my Monday night—watch a bunch of weirdos bumping uglies in full view. And not just regular weirdos. Rich-as-fuck weirdos.

“You are literally the worst roommate ever,” I say flatly as we get out of the car and tie on our masks.

“Just stop acting all squirrelly,” she says. “Or the other guests will suspect something.”

“Squirrelly?” I scoff. “I’m not acting squirrelly.”

She flashes me side-eye.

“Fine,” I say. “But who wouldn’t get a little squirrelly about going to a fetish club? I mean…really.” I glance at the glossy black double doors ahead of us, anxiety coiling in my stomach. “Let’s just get this over with. I have some old Friends reruns waiting for me at home.”

A hot cup of tea and Friends reruns are my go-to cure for just about anything.

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