“Shall we swim?”

“I don’t want to wear a bikini that someone else has worn.”

“You don’t have to.” He grinned as he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

I stared at his na**d chest and swallowed hard. Shit, he was hot. There was a light spattering of hair on his pecks, and I ran my fingers through it. It felt so soft. I ran my fingers across it again and then I lightly squeezed his nipples. Greyson stilled as I touched him, and I looked up to see a small smile on his face.

“About that swim...” He chuckled and nodded towards the pool.

“I don’t want to wear a used bikini.”

“As I said before, you don’t have to.”

“Do you have a new one for me?”

“No.” He winked at me, and I watched as he took his shoes off, discarded his socks, and then unzipped his pants.

I swallowed hard as he pulled his pants and briefs off in one swoop. His c**k stood to attention and he stretched in front of me. His muscles rippled and I stared at his body, barely able to think about anything other than how sexy he was. I watched as he walked away from me and then dived into the pool and started doing laps. I stared at his clothes on the ground and laughed.

“Meg, you’re so slow,” I whispered to myself as I realized what he had been saying. There was no bikini for me to wear. He wanted me to go skinny-dipping with him. I walked into the room and watched as he swam.

“Are you coming in?”

“No.” I shook my head as I stood at the side of the pool.

“That’s a shame.” He started swimming again and I watched his body make its way through the water. He swam gracefully, barely making a ripple.

I stood there, unsure about what I should do. I really wanted to pull my clothes off and join him, but all I could think about was Nancy’s journal entry about the pool. I bit my lip as I stared at Greyson while he swam. I wanted to join him, but a part of me was scared.

Then I heard a noise and I turned to look in the test room quickly. My body froze as I saw a glimpse of a body moving in the room. I walked back to the room as quietly as I could, but it was empty.

“What’s wrong?” Greyson’s voice made me jump as I realized that he had gotten out of the pool and was now behind me.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and gasped as he pulled me back toward his na**d, wet body.

“Join me in the pool, Meg,” he whispered in my ear urgently as I felt his hands reach up to my breasts. “Please.” His hard c**k pushed against my butt and I swallowed as his breath teased my ear.

I stood there with my back to him and closed my eyes. What was going on here? If I didn’t find out soon, I knew I was going to go crazy.

Chapter 4

Greyson

20 Years Ago

“I got the keys.” I dangled them in front of Brandon’s face. “We’re doing this, bitches.”

“Your dad gave you the money?” Brandon looked surprised but excited.

“I threatened to tell everyone about the women he keeps.” I shrugged. “He doesn’t want people to know he’s not the grieving widower.”

“He’s got more than one now?”

“One in the basement. One in an apartment in Harlem.”

“Oh.”

“Who cares? We’ll just call it a graduation gift.”

“Yeah. How much did he give you?”

“Ten million.”

“He really didn’t want that news out, huh?”

“What are you talking about? He’s just proud that his only son graduated magna cum laude from Harvard.” I stared at him. “And it didn’t hurt that I had photos of his dungeon—whips and all.”

Brandon’s eyes widened. “Shit.”

“More like f**k yeah. We can have a dungeon at the club.”

“What do we need a dungeon for?”

“Kinky sex. Do I have to spell it out?”

“I don’t know.” Brandon frowned.

“You don’t have to partake.”

“Well, I’m not saying no.” He laughed.

“Fucker.” I walked into the kitchen of the apartment we shared. “Want a beer?”

“Nah,” he called back. “So when can I see the building?”

“We can go now if you want.” I grinned excitedly, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was excited to see that my vision was finally coming true.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Be warned, it’s not fixed up yet.”

“Oh shit, it’s a hell hole?”

“It’s epic, dude. It’s huge. It’s perfect. It just needs some TLC.”

“You mean money?” Brandon rolled his eyes.

“That would help.”

“I guess I need to contribute.”

“That would help.” I grinned.

“You know my dad expects me to work at his company.”

“That’s fine. I’ll run the day-to-day at the club.”

“I can get my hands on five million pretty easily.” Brandon looked at me questioningly. “That enough?”

“That’ll do to start.” I nodded. “Let’s go. We can take a cab.”

“Shit. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I’ve got some girls coming tomorrow.”

“For what?”

“To get the party started.” I grinned.

“You’re bad,” he laughed.

“Hey, bad is better than f**ked up. Which is what most women call me.” I chuckled, feeling high on life.

“They don’t even know what f**ked up is.” Brandon rolled his eyes as we made our way to the street corner. “You don’t promise them shit.”

“Exactly. That’s why I don’t feel bad. What you see is what you get.”

“No promises and no lies.”

“Exactly. It’s not my fault if some dumbass girl wants to fool herself into thinking it’s about anything more than sex.”

“That’s why we run the world. We think with our brains and f**k with our heads.” Brandon laughed and I groaned.

“Is the protégée trying to outdo his master with these comments?” I laughed and stared at my friend as we got into the cab.

“Wait until the girls start at the club before you ask anyone to call you master.” Brandon punched me in the shoulder. “Or I’ll have to take you out.”

“You’ll take me out?” I raised an eyebrow at him and flexed my biceps. “Don’t let my handsome good looks fool you, bro.”

“Shut up. What’s going on tomorrow with the girls? You need some help?”

“Thought your dad wanted you to start tomorrow?”

“I can always make time for hotties.”

“That’s my job done, folks. I’ve corrupted him.” I chuckled and sat back in the cab.

I tried to ignore the guilt in my heart. I wasn’t really proud that I had dragged my best friend to the dark side with me. A part of me wished that he had been able to take me to his side back when we were in high school. But it seemed that evil always won out. Back in the day, it had been me and him arguing over how to treat women, and now there was no arguing. We were both dogs.

***

“How did the interviews go?” Brandon turned up in his suit, looking very much like a young businessman.

“Eh, nothing special.” I shrugged. “None of the girls were acceptable.”

“I met some guys in the office. Some guys from Yale and Brown. They’re looking for a new place to relax in the evenings. I told them I might know of a place.”

“Oh yeah?” I sat back. “What did they say?”

“’How much?’” Brandon laughed. “We haven’t spoken about the fees yet.”

“I’m thinking $100,000 a year,” I said straight-faced.

Brandon shook his head. “There’s clubs in Miami that charge $100,000.”

“$250,000 then.”

“That’s better.” Brandon smiled.

“Then we need high-quality girls.”

“We need high-quality everything.” He nodded. “How much do we have left?”

“About two and half million,” I sighed. “The structural issues were worse than I thought.”

“I can get more. What about you?”

I shook my head. “My trust fund doesn’t pay out for three more years.”

“How much more do you think we need?”

“Another ten million.”

“I’ll do a transfer tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. What are friends for?”

“That’s why I chose you as my partner.” I grinned and he laughed.

“Uh huh.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I looked at him. “We’re really doing this, Brandon.”

“I never had any doubt.”

“Really?”

“Anything you put your mind to, you do.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a compliment.” Brandon looked at me with a sad face. “Are we doing the right thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s exciting, but I can’t explain it. It just seems off. Like we’re doing something bad.”

“We’re providing a service.”

“I know, but who are these women?”

“We’re not providing escorts.” I frowned. “Or prostitutes.”

“But we’re not saying no to sex.”

“They’re adults. They can do what they want.”

“What about the dungeons and the rooms?”

“What about them?”

“What if someone gets hurt?”

“We won’t let anyone get hurt.”

“If you’re sure.” Brandon didn’t look convinced. “I don’t want to—”

“Look, Brandon, these women want it just as badly as we do. They might lie and say it’s about love, but it’s not. It’s about them getting f**ked hard and good. It’s about them getting money. It’s about them thinking they’re getting something. They don’t give two shits.”

“I don’t know.” Brandon frowned. “What about love?”

“Love?” I laughed. “What’s love? Some emotion that twists your head and your heart? What is this, Brandon? You’re not going all Ward Cleaver on me, are you? You’re not telling me you want 2.4 children and a f**king house on Long Island?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that—”

A soft voice interrupted. “Hi, excuse me.” I looked up. A sweet, demure-looking girl stepped into the room. “Sorry, I’m here for the interview. I’m not late, am I?”

“No, not late at all.” I smiled at her and winked at Brandon. Now, this was what I was talking about. She was fresh-faced and sweet, with the right amount of sex appeal.

“Great.” She looked back and forth between me and Brandon. “I had trouble finding the place.”

“No worries. We’re new.”

“I know.” She nodded.

“Okay, so what experience do you have?”

“Depends on what the job is.” She grinned at me and I laughed.

“The job depends on your skills.”

“I’ve got plenty of skills. Typing, dictation, dancing...” She did a pirouette and grinned again.

“What about lap dancing?” Brandon spoke up and I frowned.

“Brandon, have some class.” I shook my head at him and then looked back at the girl. “Sorry about that. My business partner is new to this.”

“No worries.” She smiled at me and leaned forward. “But if you want to know, I can give one heck of a lap dance.”

“Oh yeah?” I sat back and grinned. “That doesn’t hurt.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty flexible.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Or so I’ve been told.”

“You can show me if you want.” Brandon sat down on one of the chairs. “Show me what you’re working with.”

“Brandon, no. Just no.” I shook my head at him again. “Sorry about that.” I smiled at the girl sweetly, hoping she didn’t realize that I was the real wolf in the room.

“Don’t worry about it.” She winked at me.

“You’re hired.” I leaned forward and shook her head. “Welcome to the private club.”

***

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She looked behind at me as I f**ked her from behind.

“Don’t feel bad. Many women can’t resist me.”

“I never have sex on the first date though.” She giggled and then screamed as I increased my pace and squeezed her breasts.

“This isn’t a date,” I grunted as I slid in and out of her.

“Oh, but—”

“Shut up for a second please.” I grabbed her h*ps and held her back as I increased my pace again. “Fuck yeah, I’m about to come.” I closed my eyes as I felt my load about to blow.

“Me too,” she moaned, and I felt her start to twist her h*ps on my cock.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned. The movement of her h*ps did it and I felt myself coming. I pulled out of her quickly, peeled the cum-filled condom off, and jumped up.