habit.”
His face and eyes softened a bit. He must have noticed my unease and redness of the face. “Do you have any questions or concerns for me regarding the contract?”
“Yes, I do actually.” I had to remember to always look at him but this topic was going to be extremely uncomfortable. “There is a part that was somewhat alarming to me.”
“Alarming?” He cocked his head to the side with an eyebrow raised.
Come to think of it, alarming is probably not even the right word for it. “Yes, the bit where it mentions the possibility of sex.” I couldn't have been more blunt if I tried.
“What of it?” He looked indifferent and kept his cool composure as if he hadn't thought of it being inappropriate in any way; like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I guessed my time in the Club was going to be over before it even had a chance to begin. “See, I was under the assumption that this was not that type of a group.”
He raised his hand to silence me. “You're not a prostitute. Relax. I don't expect sex from any one of you. But in case something like that were to occur, I needed for a regulation of some sort to be stated in the contract. But I will never force it. It would have to be completely consensual between us.” He looked at me and then to my mouth. “Does that make you feel better, Miss Turner?”
I nodded casually. “Yes, it does.” Not that I wouldn't want to with you. Though I've never been with a vampire before and I'm sure it's a different experience... “And it's Quinn.”
He nodded slowly as he smiled. “Okay, Quinn.” His smile was sin-worthy. His mouth was perfectly shaped and he had a hint of dimples which made it better. “Anything else?”
At that moment, I realized that I had been grinning like an idiot. I pursed my mouth slightly to stop. “What type of punishments exactly do you plan to use if we break a rule?”
He was no longer smiling but his eyes were still warm. “Well, give me an example. Pick a rule that could be broken.”
I was going to take the risk and tease him. “Okay, what if I touch you?”
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Ummm... I don't know... maybe?” How do I respond to such a question and not be honest?
He put his glass down on a table next to him and used one of his hands to stroke his mouth and chin. I loved when he did that.
“It's not that you can't touch me. It's that I will need to permit it.” All of a sudden a sinful grin spread across his mouth. “Now, Artie tells me that you are a good, respectable and innocent girl. How would you like to touch me, Quinn?”
Good, he's teasing back. It makes up for the extreme heat I was feeling. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Well, I'm just saying that I might touch you accidentally or something – Or you take advantage of my innocence and I just happen to comply.” I gave him a slight pout at that moment. “It's a genuine concern, Mr. Constane.”
The grin stayed but his eyes showed me that he was surprised. I smiled again, this time for myself. “Okay, Quinn. We will have to just wait and see what happens. But in the mean time, you will not touch me. If you do, punishment can run from either you being restricted from attending a party or event to being put in solitary confinement for a day, away from any fun we have planned.” His voice was colder but I could still hear the amusement lingering.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh, okay. I thought it would be something more