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I’m
getting too old for this stuff. According to you, I should be excited about
going to Kink. And I’m not.”
    The only prospect that excited her anymore was wrapping
herself in the comforting familiarity of The Book Nook. And seeing Spencer,
even though most of the time he was so uptight she wondered what she possibly
saw in him.
    Alana plopped down next to her on the bed. “How about this?
We’ll pour you into this dress and go play for an hour. If you’re not feeling
it, we’ll leave.”
    “The last time you said that I had to catch a ride home with
Freddy Fingers, the guy with the hairy knuckles that kept finding their way
into my bra.”
    “That won’t happen tonight. Promise. I won’t abandon you for
sex—group or otherwise.” Alana’s eyes sparkled. “Heck, you might even like it
and want to stay.”
    “Don’t think so. Besides, I have to be up at—”
    “Five a.m. for work. Yeah, yeah, I know your spiel. C’mon
then. Let’s get you out of those granny clothes.” Alana bounced to her feet,
still clutching the dress. She turned back, lips pursed. “Oh, and seriously,
Kel? Skip the underwear. Easier access.”
    * * * * *
    Two games of racquetball, a long cold shower and a quick
dinner of Chinese takeout later, Spencer headed to Kink. He kept a change of
clothes in his locker at the gym, though he rarely skipped a trip home to get
dressed. Wrinkled khakis and a gray T-shirt wasn’t exactly his outfit of choice
but he didn’t have the patience to make the twenty-minute drive to his
apartment.
    His needs hadn’t been entirely sated by the hard bout of
exercise, but it had taken the edge off. Time to move to phase two.
    It was already pushing 9 p.m. and he had to be up at the
crack of dawn tomorrow. Not only was there all of today’s work he hadn’t
finished, namely the stacks of P&Ls he had to evaluate and the dozen phone
calls and emails he needed to return, but the first order of business would be
talking to his staff. All of his staff. Everyone needed a reminder that
The Book Nook was a business. He had no intention of tolerating anything that
diluted anyone’s focus on the job at hand.
    Including his own.
    He hadn’t yet figured out how he would handle Kelly, since
she technically hadn’t done anything wrong other than exercising her sharp
tongue. Even that hadn’t been much of an infraction. She was certainly allowed
to pursue recreational activities outside work. He hadn’t gotten a single
report that she wasn’t doing her job. Even Marcia had admitted grudgingly that
she’d never seen anyone more committed to The Book Nook, other than him.
    It wasn’t as if he could write her up for having the gall to
rank him dead last on her stupid list. He almost wished he could.
    Spencer blew out a breath as he considered the small purple
contraption lodged in the bottom of his briefcase, currently stationed in the
trunk of his Acura. Somehow he’d have to keep his cool when he returned the
damn thing. She’d know he saw her list and she’d probably be embarrassed,
humiliated even. He didn’t want her to feel bad—okay, yeah he did, but only
because she had such lousy taste in other men—and he also didn’t want her to
freak out when she discovered the PDA was missing. Even so, the conversation
between them would have to wait.
    Right now the only screwing he had in mind didn’t involve
lists. Or Kelly. Whomever he met up with at Kink was going to reap the benefits
of how much he wanted to drum Kelly right the fuck out of his head.
    The club was situated on the outskirts of Ely, or at least
this incarnation of it was. Kink had been shut down more than once so people
had gotten smarter about bragging about their exploits. The place wasn’t only
about sex, despite its reputation. Some people only went there to dance or take
advantage of the on-site massage services. Legit massage services too, unless
the client had a “special need.”
    He’d never partaken of the massages or the BDSM