“Maybe we don’t have to,” Lindsey said. “You could always join us. I should warn you, we’re going to Lilith’s Den.”
Faith frowned. “Isn’t that a sex club?” Lindsey had mentioned it to Faith before. She and Camilla went occasionally. They had some kind of kinky relationship that Faith didn’t quite understand.
“It’s not a sex club. It’s a BDSM club. There’s a difference. And we’re going there to hang out and catch up, that’s all.”
“Right,” Faith said.
“Really. To tell you the truth, it’s probably going to be boring. Whenever Camilla’s friends get together, everyone just sits around talking about investments and whiskey. I could use some company. Plus, it’s ‘ladies only’ night.”
That was a definite plus. Faith liked women, men, and everyone in between, but she rarely dated men these days. It seemed like every guy she dated ended up being too hung up on traditional gender roles. They wanted Faith to be this dutiful, subservient, utterly ladylike girlfriend. She’d had enough of that in her life. She rarely had to worry about that when she dated women.
“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m not looking to meet anyone at a place like that .”
“Since when are you such a prude?” Lindsey teased. “Usually, you’re the one who has to convince me to do something wild.”
It was true. Of the two of them, Faith was usually more adventurous. It was a side effect of having grown up sheltered. Nowadays, she liked to take full advantage of her freedom.
“I’m not a
prude,” Faith said. “I just don’t get all that stuff.”
“Come on. There’ll be cocktails. Music. Maybe even dancing.”
Faith drew her fingers through her hair with a sigh. Hadn’t she just been thinking it would be fun to do something more exciting than dinner? “All right. I’ll come.”
“Great! I can’t wait. Camilla will be happy to see you too.” Lindsey told Faith the address and a time to meet. “Text me when you get there and I’ll come out and get you. The club is members only, but I’ll put you on the list as my guest.”
“Okay. So, what exactly do I wear to a place like that?”
“You don’t have to wear leather and chains if that’s what you’re wondering,” Lindsey said. “Just dress like you’re going to a high-end club. And if you want to look the part, wear something black.”
Chapter Four
I ’m out front.
Faith pressed send and waited for Lindsey in front of the club. From the outside, it was little more than a black door with a sign hanging above it that read ‘Lilith’s Den’. The secrecy of it all was exciting. Lindsey had mentioned that the club was exclusive, catering only to the uber-rich. What was it like inside?
A minute later, Lindsey emerged. Her auburn hair was loose, and she wore an expensive-looking black dress and heels, both of which her outrageously wealthy girlfriend had probably gifted her. Around her neck was an elaborate leather choker. Faith was sure that had been gifted to Lindsey by her girlfriend too. And she was pretty sure it wasn’t just a choker.
“It’s so good to see you.” Lindsey pulled Faith into a hug. “Sorry again for the mix-up.”
“It’s okay,” Faith said. “Honestly, I could use a night out. And a few drinks.”
“The new job not going well, then? ”
“It’s just… taxing.” That was one way to describe how working for Eve made Faith feel.
“Let’s go in,” Lindsey said.
Faith followed her through the black door into a small foyer. A large woman guarded the inner door, and another sat behind a desk beside it holding a tablet.
The woman addressed Lindsey. “A guest of yours?”
“Yep. She should be on the list. Faith Campbell.”
The woman scanned her tablet and handed Faith a clipboard. “Sign these.”
Faith flicked through the papers on the clipboard. There were several pages, all filled with threatening legalese. What kind of place was this that she needed to sign her life away just to step through the door?