I wanted to run away. I wanted to never leave. Conflicted, that’s how I felt as I stared across the bed and through the glass wall. It was so… hot. But at the same time, so weird. I didn’t know where to look and my eyes moved from place to place.

“It’s okay for you to look, Celia,” Keith whispered. “That’s why they’ve left the curtains open, so people can watch.”

“Any people?” I whispered back; afraid they could hear me.

“Sure, anyone the club lets in. And they don’t allow just anyone in. The only reason you’re here is that I brought you with me.”

“I see.” But I...