that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try to touch me at that moment. When he spoke, his voice was calm, not defensive.
“Lenny was just being careful. He’s been my driver and bodyguard for over a year. A few months back, this crazy woman came after me with a gun. Lenny wrestled it away from her, but was shot in his hand. He’s been a bit more cautious than usual since then.”
I gave Gavin a skeptical look. “A woman with a gun?”
He gave me a half-grin. “Her husband was one of my consulting clients. The day before she came after me, she found lipstick on his shirt. She confronted him and he admitted that he’d been having an affair, then told her that I’d set him up with the woman. She got pissed and decided to come after me.”
“Did you set her husband up with a woman?” I couldn’t believe I had to ask the question, but something about this just wasn’t sitting right with me.
“No. I’d never do something like that. I may own a sex club, but I do have certain standards. If married men come here and hook up with someone, that’s one thing, but I’d never purposefully set a married man up with a woman for a sexual encounter.”
He sounded like he was being honest, but I wasn’t so sure I could believe him. I’d never heard him talk about other clients, and that last line had come across almost like he’d rehearsed it.
“Are you ever going to trust me?” His voice was soft.
I looked at him then and saw the hurt in his eyes. I wished I could tell him that I didn’t have any doubts, but that would be a lie.
“Look.” The corners of his mouth twitched up as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID. He held it out to me and I took it. “My license says Gavin Manning. I would show you my birth certificate, but I left it at home.”
I handed his ID back and his fingers brushed against mine when he took it. I supposed I was being sort of silly. He’d given me an explanation that had made sense and he hadn’t been on the defensive. Why did I still doubt him? From the moment he’d promised me no more lies, he’d kept that promise. I needed to decide if I was going to trust him or if this was going to be a constant thing, me always questioning, him always having to explain. It was no way to have a relationship.
I held out my hand. He smiled and took it, leading me down the short hallway and into the main club area. Aside from the lack of people, something was different. It was still beautiful and opulent, but something was missing. It was so large and obvious that it took me a couple minutes to realize what it was.
“Where’s the pool?”
In the space in the center of the room where there’d been a large pool on opening night, there was only floor.
Gavin smiled at me and pointed towards a panel on the wall just a couple feet away from us. He reached into his pocket, took out a key, and inserted it into the slot next to the panel. He twisted the key and pushed one of the buttons.
With a faint hum, the floor began to split. I watched as it parted, slowly revealing the water beneath. I had to admit, I was impressed. I knew there were schools that had pools under their gym floors but I’d never heard of a club doing it. Then again, I’d never heard of a club with an indoor pool next to their dance floor.
“Why was it hidden?” I asked as he returns the floor to its original place.
“We only use it for special events,” he said. “Do you have any idea how much it costs to maintain a pool with the health department? This way, we don’t have to worry about weekly inspections; only every month, since it’s only going to be used for specific events.”
“Like what?” I asked as he began to lead me further along the wall.
“Well,” he said, thinking. “Like our members-only nights. We open the pool and hire... entertainment.”
His hesitation told me that the entertainment consisted of only
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