I straightened, trying to maintain my composure. “Medlin, this is not the right environment,” I replied briskly. “You’re about to be married to Rodolfo, and here, at a club meeting, such matters are best left unspoken.”

Her eyes were devilishly lusting, undeterred. “Married or not, you always had a way of drawing me in. I insist we talk, moreover, your dick is saying otherwise.”

Before I could protest further, the noise of the club’s lively chatter filtered through the corridor.

Reluctantly, I stepped aside, gesturing for her to follow me into one of the private rooms.

We entered a well furnished office looking room off the corridor, the room was...