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a sip from my martini as
Adam nodded at my response.
“I can see that,” Adam stated, glancing over in the direction of the man sitting under
the tree.
I didn’t follow his gaze, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that Adam had obviously
witnessed our little flirting war we had going on, for it seemed so childish when
we were surrounded in an environment bred for blatant sexual prowess.
“You know, my dear, I always looked at the time I was a Grant as a privilege not many
get out there among the throngs of the . . . how should I put it . . . horny cesspool?”
I laughed outright at his words, causing him to chuckle in response. “This program
may seem a little crass at first, but in all honestly, it is the best thing I think
for people like us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued that he seemed to pair us together in the same
category without even knowing me.
“Well, the financially blessed, of course,” Adam answered as if it was obvious. “Surely
your parents sponsored you for this club, my dear? It is important that we don’t get
taken advantage of by those who seek our fortunes. You should know that we only keep
members of those that are of a certain social class.”
“Oh, yes . . . of course,” I answered quickly, straightening myself slightly, feeling
my guard coming up immediately at the mention of money. I’d known that it would come
up eventually, especially when all the other Betties would arrive on move-in day.
Their luxury sports cars didn’t hold a candle to my old beat-up Honda Civic. There
wouldn’t be a question about my financial status after that.
In reality, I wasn’t really prepared to deal with it. I knew my book-to-movie deal
would be going through in a short amount of time, with a seven-figure promissory note
from my agent signed and sealed by the publishing house. If that hadn’t been the case,
there was no way I would have taken the offer for my friend to sponsor me. But still,
knowing that everyone here came from money made me incredibly nervous once again.
I knew that those types of people acted differently, and I hoped that my meager upbringings
didn’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.
“Adam,” a woman called from the other side of the bar. I glanced over to see a breathtakingly
beautiful older woman standing there, gesturing toward Adam with an elegant smile
on her face.
“Ah, the wife calls,” Adam said. “I truly hope that you get all the lessons this program
has to offer, my sweet Betty.”
He took my hand in his and placed another gentle kiss on the top before he turned
and made his way to his wife. I watched him walk toward her, both of them sharing
a small expression that alluded to some hidden meaning only the two of them shared.
Once he reached her side, Adam took her arm and gently placed it in his, leaning over
to press his lips onto her temple. Her eyes closed softly at the touch, and in that
moment, I could feel the intensity of the love they shared for one another. My heart
lurched at the scene, an unexpected sense of longing encompassing me.
The sudden flood of emotion caught me off guard. I never thought of myself as at a
period in my life when I would crave that kind of love. I knew eventually I’d want
it, but not now; I was too young and had too much to experience before I was consumed
like that. I was in a sex club, for God’s sakes; I was definitely not in the right
mind to seek love when I wanted nothing but pleasure without constraints. Desperate
enough, in fact, I sought a program with a one-hundred-grand-a-term price tag.
But as I watched Adam lead his wife toward the front doors, both leaning into each
other and sharing a quiet conversation as they departed, my heart strings thrummed
slightly at the sight. Maybe I was getting closer to that desire than I’d thought.
I glanced across the party, seeking signs of the kind of thing I’d
Adam nodded at my response.
“I can see that,” Adam stated, glancing over in the direction of the man sitting under
the tree.
I didn’t follow his gaze, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that Adam had obviously
witnessed our little flirting war we had going on, for it seemed so childish when
we were surrounded in an environment bred for blatant sexual prowess.
“You know, my dear, I always looked at the time I was a Grant as a privilege not many
get out there among the throngs of the . . . how should I put it . . . horny cesspool?”
I laughed outright at his words, causing him to chuckle in response. “This program
may seem a little crass at first, but in all honestly, it is the best thing I think
for people like us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued that he seemed to pair us together in the same
category without even knowing me.
“Well, the financially blessed, of course,” Adam answered as if it was obvious. “Surely
your parents sponsored you for this club, my dear? It is important that we don’t get
taken advantage of by those who seek our fortunes. You should know that we only keep
members of those that are of a certain social class.”
“Oh, yes . . . of course,” I answered quickly, straightening myself slightly, feeling
my guard coming up immediately at the mention of money. I’d known that it would come
up eventually, especially when all the other Betties would arrive on move-in day.
Their luxury sports cars didn’t hold a candle to my old beat-up Honda Civic. There
wouldn’t be a question about my financial status after that.
In reality, I wasn’t really prepared to deal with it. I knew my book-to-movie deal
would be going through in a short amount of time, with a seven-figure promissory note
from my agent signed and sealed by the publishing house. If that hadn’t been the case,
there was no way I would have taken the offer for my friend to sponsor me. But still,
knowing that everyone here came from money made me incredibly nervous once again.
I knew that those types of people acted differently, and I hoped that my meager upbringings
didn’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.
“Adam,” a woman called from the other side of the bar. I glanced over to see a breathtakingly
beautiful older woman standing there, gesturing toward Adam with an elegant smile
on her face.
“Ah, the wife calls,” Adam said. “I truly hope that you get all the lessons this program
has to offer, my sweet Betty.”
He took my hand in his and placed another gentle kiss on the top before he turned
and made his way to his wife. I watched him walk toward her, both of them sharing
a small expression that alluded to some hidden meaning only the two of them shared.
Once he reached her side, Adam took her arm and gently placed it in his, leaning over
to press his lips onto her temple. Her eyes closed softly at the touch, and in that
moment, I could feel the intensity of the love they shared for one another. My heart
lurched at the scene, an unexpected sense of longing encompassing me.
The sudden flood of emotion caught me off guard. I never thought of myself as at a
period in my life when I would crave that kind of love. I knew eventually I’d want
it, but not now; I was too young and had too much to experience before I was consumed
like that. I was in a sex club, for God’s sakes; I was definitely not in the right
mind to seek love when I wanted nothing but pleasure without constraints. Desperate
enough, in fact, I sought a program with a one-hundred-grand-a-term price tag.
But as I watched Adam lead his wife toward the front doors, both leaning into each
other and sharing a quiet conversation as they departed, my heart strings thrummed
slightly at the sight. Maybe I was getting closer to that desire than I’d thought.
I glanced across the party, seeking signs of the kind of thing I’d
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