we can talk.”
He followed her into the small foyer. She always wondered what people thought when they first walked through the doors of the club and didn’t immediately see whips and chains hanging everywhere.
Katrina stepped up to the door opposite the one they’d just walked through and swiped her card. Anyone could walk through the outside doors, but after that, they had to have a card to get any farther.
Drew followed her through the second door and looked around. The lobby area was much larger than the foyer, but it was still modest and showed no signs of the club’s kinky nature. She pointed toward one end of the room. “We have a coat check area there so members don’t have to worry about coats and scarves getting lost or misplaced inside the club—or getting in the way.” She gave him a wink and thought she saw some color come to his cheeks. So he’s a blusher. Good to know.
She strolled over to the door next to the small alcove that housed the coat check, and led him into the club’s main room.
Brandon lifted his head at their entrance.
Katrina nodded and then turned her attention back to Drew. “Follow me.”
Without another word, she led him to her office.
She took a seat behind her desk, and invited him to sit across from her. He did so without much reluctance, but she could tell he was nervous. Katrina leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs. Since the club was closed on Thursdays, she wasn’t decked out in her usual club attire. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a formidable presence when she sat behind her large wooden desk in fitted jeans, blouse, and four-inch heels. “I’ve read over your application.”
Wanting to see how he would react, she left it at that.
Her patience was rewarded when she saw him shift slightly in his seat. It was minor—he was obviously used to being in uncomfortable situations and hiding his reactions. If she hadn’t been looking for it, she would have missed the movement.
“Was there a problem?” he asked.
Instead of answering his question, she asked one of her own. “Why do you want to become a member of Serpent’s Kiss?”
He took a deep breath, and she wondered whether he was trying to calm his nerves. “To learn, mostly. I’ve done some research online, but. . .” Drew paused. “Before I joined the fire department, I watched a lot of TV shows about firefighters and even checked out some videos online. When it came down to it, the shows were nothing like the real thing. There are just some things you have to experience in order to understand.”
“So you’re looking for some folks to play with?”
Drew cringed a little. “Not really. I mean, I’d like to play with someone, experience some things, but I don’t think I could do that with just anyone. I’ve done casual sex, and I want to move beyond that.”
If that was his position, then Katrina could cross him off her list as a possible play partner. “I heard that you’ve gone to a few local munches. Those are usually better places to form relationships than a kink club—even Serpent’s Kiss.”
“I know. John and Allison told me as much.”
“Why not just continue going to munches, then?” She stood and walked around to the front of her desk.
He watched as she moved, but when he realized he’d been caught staring, he averted his eyes. She had to press her lips together to keep from laughing.
“I plan to keep going when I can, but I want to see if the physical part is really something that interests me.”
“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“Flogged?”
Again, he answered in the negative.
“Have you participated in any BDSM activities inside or outside of the bedroom?”
“No. I wanted to try with my last girlfriend, but. . . well, that ended badly. I’m not sure I want to attempt exploring in a vanilla relationship again. From what I can tell, this is my best option.”
Katrina could understand his plight. She’d tried to