“And you want to know my favorite thing about a private room?” “Yes,” I said. My voice had gone quiet. Distantly, I could hear the music from the rest of the club, and a lone horn from a truck somewhere on the highway. “Attention,” he said softly. “No other patrons, no other friends. Just you. The sole focus of someone’s attention.” His words dragged over me like slow, wet kisses, and I was trembling. “And what does attention look like? In a private room?” He turned to face me, and even though it was nearly dark in here, I could see the wicked grin spreading across his face. “Are you asking me
...more