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The red lights stopped blinking when I reached a door at the end of the corridor. The Zoo was scribbled in cursive font on the door. I slid a hand down my neck and left it on my chest as I clutched invisible pearls.
There could be anything behind this door, and I was incapable of making my own decisions. Sensing this, Cain—I mean Eric—closed in on my backside. Reaching forward, he tapped twice on the door, and a small square-like window was revealed.
It was just enough for me to get a look into the room without committing to venturing inside. I glanced over my shoulder at Cain. “Thanks again.”
There was that tip of his head again. Turning completely to face him might have made sense when I moved, but when my nipples grazed against his rigid breastplate, I realized my mistake.
My entire body lit up as a shudder spiraled through my core. Ears tingling now, we stared, my eyes never leaving his intense gaze.
I cleared my throat. “Eric, do you mind if I call you Cain?”
He was silent, and I responded. “Speak, please.”
“Who is Eric?” his thick baritone drummed.
Another intense, illicit shiver slid over me, this time going straight to my pussy. A smile spread my lips. His “who’s Eric” was his way of telling me he was now Cain.
Why did I feel excited about this? Who was I becoming?
“Are you sure?”
I could see the highlight behind his gaze. I imagined him to be smiling.
“Are you, Carmen?”
I swallowed, inundated by his dark vocals again.
“Then I am Cain.”
I dropped my eyes over his neck, down his chest again, and almost forgot why we’d stopped at this door. Clearing my throat, I turned my back to him, but not without poking my ass out a little.
I wasn’t one to say I had a naughty side. I was an absolute prude in the bedroom. My college years were filled with jocks who only wanted to bed me because of my popularity. Rarely did I have a one-night stand. Maybe two or three, but I was uninterested in that then, and it followed me throughout adulthood.
I didn’t give myself the time to let my hair down and get wild, as our elders would say. I was all about business and branding, growing and succeeding in goals set from the moment I graduated from Howard University. However, I’d been in Cain’s presence all of fifteen minutes, and a hedonism that I’d never felt before was taking over me.
With my eyes looking through the window, I saw a stage. On it, a cage. My pulse accelerated when a man, mostly hidden behind the steel bars, crawled around on hands and knees. He paused, and his gaze came to me as if knowing I was watching him from behind the door.
Much like Cain, the entertainer’s face was shielded, and only his eyes could be seen. My curiosity got the better of me, and I hit the green button on the guide.
The window closed, and the doors parted, giving me an eyeful of the entire room. Slowly entering, I took in the light purple neon color that sat as a backdrop to the space. Dark purple lounge furniture was positioned close to the stage, and a full bar outlined the wall.
A fragrance I couldn’t quite make out floated mid-air. It was a saccharine scent and enough to make the partial sweet tooth I had come alive.
Cain moved around me and headed to the bar. There he grabbed something and strolled back to me. Was it crazy that I couldn’t take my eyes off of his splendor?
He reached a hand out to me, and I took it, enthused to be led by him wherever he thought I should be.
Front and center, I sat in a chair that gave me the closest look at the man in the cage. A sound came from him, like that of an animal in the wild.
I glanced up at Cain, who stood by my side, watching me closely. When I didn’t speak, he motioned with a hand toward the sofa that was a little further back.
I looked back to the stage and realized maybe I did want to be on the sofa. My nerves had not wholly settled since I walked into the room.
Nodding, I rose to my feet, and Cain retook my hand. His large palm swallowed mine, and another illicit shiver shook through my body. We were only connected for mere seconds before I reached the sofa.
But that was long enough for me to feel a vibration of warmth coil around my flesh.
I wondered if I was just hyped and intrigued about this experience, or if all of these vibes that penetrated from Cain meant something more.
After thinking it over for a second, I laughed. What more could it actually mean?
Sitting, I crossed my legs, and Cain handed me what he’d gone to the bar to retrieve, an electronic tablet like the one Daniella had.
On the screen was a menu for drinks. Reaching down, Cain swiped the screen, and another menu appeared.
My eyes grew as I glanced at the word, then slowly, I lifted my attention to his. A nervous laugh cruised from my lips.
“Um. Cain, do I have to ask you to speak each time we start a new conversation?”
He watched me, his gaze heavy, making my nerves spin. It was enough to answer my question.
“Oh.” I looked back at the menu. “I’m not sure how this is supposed to work but, to guess, I’m to look through this menu and choose my…” I hesitated. “Desires?”
A languorous breath escaped me. Okay, Asia, don’t trip. This is why you’re here, remember? I did remember. I also remembered I was out of my league.