Jesse loudly cleared his throat, interrupting the tender moment shared between Arianna and Pierce. "I'm sorry sir, but if you hold onto her hand any longer then I'm going to have to start charging you," Jesse teased. Arianna kissed her teeth and quickly dropped Pierce's hand.

"You have some nerve. One minute, I'm your future wife, and the next I'm a prostitute," Arianna huffed.

"Don't be like that, Ari. You know I'm just joking, but seriously, hands off the merchandise," Jesse lowly warned Pierce.

"I got it, I got it. Look, but don't touch. Ow!"

Pierce found himself rubbing the back of his head from the slap he just received from Patrick.

"Seriously, Pierce?! You wait good until we get somewhere to start misbehaving. At the rate you're going we won't even be offered membership!"

"Jesus...looks like you have your hands full with these two, Ari. I need to get back to the door. I'll see you tonight," Jesse declared, giving Arianna a quick peck on the cheek. Arianna let out a huff of frustration because she knew Jesse was showing out like he always did when Arianna received attention from the opposite sex. Jesse knew they would be nothing more than friends, but he couldn't help but keep at it with hopes that he'll eventually wear her down.

"I apologize for the unprofessionalism. I promise you we're usually not like this in front of guests," Arianna apologized.

"It's not a problem at all," Patrick quickly rushed out. "It should be us apologizing. Please forgive my-I don't know what you young people call it these days?"

"Thirsty?" Arianna offered.

"Exactly. Please excuse my thirsty friend. He doesn't get out of the house much."

Pierce rolled his eyes at Patrick's theatrics. He acted as if Pierce bent the girl over her desk and fucked her until she cried out her safe word.

"No worries," Arianna beamed, clapping her hands together. "Let's get started, shall we gentlemen?"

"Absolutely. Lead the way," Pierce agreed, knowing he would spend 80% of the tour staring at her backside.

"We're going to start with a tour of the inside of the facility and then we'll head outside. Here you go. My gift to you," Arianna said, offering the men two Cuban cigars. Pierce quirked his eyebrows in surprise.

"Do you offer all of your potential members Arturo Fuente cigars, or only the incredibly handsome ones?"

"You're so cheeky, Mr. White. You're gonna find yourself in trouble one of these days," Arianna teased, snapping her rose gold cigar cutter at him.

"Careful now Ari...you don't want to hurt yourself with that."

"I'm good, Mr. White. I'm not the one that should be worried about getting hurt."

"Uhhhhhhh, excuse me. Let me borrow him for just one second," Patrick requested, squeezing himself in between the couple. Patrick dragged Pierce just far enough so that Arianna couldn't hear them. "What the hell is your problem?!" Patrick whispered.

"I don't have a problem," Pierce replied, looking around Patrick to get another good look at Arianna. Pierce sucked in a breath once she bent over to retrieve a piece of paper.

"You have a SERIOUS problem. That girl is probably working a little summer job to save up money for her first car and you are openly flirting with her."

"I'm sure she's not that young. She's probably 18."

"That's still not okay. That means she was in high school just a few months ago. Hell, I'm scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"I can feel it in my bones. She's going to say she needs to get something from the back and to make ourselves comfortable and then the next thing you know Chris Hansen appears and the cops are waiting for us outside!"

Pierce threw back his head and let out a raucous laugh. "I don't find this funny, Pierce!"

"Well, I do and I was due for a good laugh. Thank you."

"Just...keep it together. I know you've just got out of a horrible marriage and you might feel the need to fuck everything that moves but be smart about it. Plus, I don't think her boyfriend likes your advances."

"Boyfriend? Who? The doorman? Naw. He badly wants to be, but he's not."

"Uh-huh...you keep telling yourself that."

Pierce's mood dampened a little bit while they walked back to Arianna. He knew his chances to catch the beautiful young woman's eye were slim, but she appeared to be enjoying his subtle advances. Hell, she was giving it to him as good as he was giving it to her. Pierce felt their exchange was mutual, and he didn't feel like he was coming off as a creepy old man. In fact, she told him to call her Ari. Arianna didn't offer that same courtesy to Patrick, and to Pierce, that

meant something.

"Okay, you guys spent quite a bit of our time gossiping in the corner about me and we've fallen a little bit behind schedule. Let's get to it. Make sure you keep up, and please, please, please ask questions as we go. I'll cut your cigars when we either tour the outside, or we can make a stop at the smokeasy at the conclusion of the tour. What shall you decide?"

"Outside," both men agreed.

"Perfect. We'll start inside first. So, to give you a little background, Elite San Antonio has been operational for less than a year and we already have a membership of a little over 500. To some, that may not seem a lot, however, I think that only highlights the level of our exclusivity. The pricing of the memberships varies of course based on the level of services you utilize. We offer

the Platinum, Gold, and Diamond packages, and they all come with their benefits, ranging from basic to supreme."

"What comes in the supreme package?" Pierce interrupted.

"Whatever your heart desires," Arianna purred, looking him dead in the eyes.

"So, then you're included in the Diamond package...good to know," Pierce slyly said.

"I'm in a package that's not offered to you yet."

"When am I offered that package?" Pierce asked, subtly biting his bottom lip.

"When you've proven yourself worthy of it."

Patrick cleared his throat before interrupting the banter between the two. The sexual tension between the two was so thick he needed to turn on his high beams just to navigate through it.

"Miss Carter, I would love to hear more about the Diamond package."

"I agree," Pierce piped up. "You know what they say...go big, or go home."

"Yes, I've heard that. They also say, "walk it like you talk it." Patrick gave up. He felt if he continued clearing his throat he would need a lozenge and some hot tea by the end of the tour.

"The best features of the Diamond Package in my humble opinion are: use of Elite SA's private jet, our car service for special events, and a stay at one of our private villas located all over the world for a week."

Patrick lowly whistled. He didn't want to ask because you know what they say about asking. If you have to ask, then you can't afford it. "The fee is $500,000 a year for the Diamond Package."

"That's actually not a bad deal if you actually utilize the services. Take the jet a couple of times a year and that vacation, the membership might actually pay for itself," Patrick said with a smile.

"Absolutely, also keep in mind the jet may be shared between members, especially if you're going to the same destination or somewhere close by. Hopefully, you'll get to know some of the other members here and build positive relationships. Socializing is one of the main factors for joining a country club. Am I right?"

"That, and then some," Pierce answered, still hungrily eyeing Arianna.

"Right. We can discuss more about the packages later if you actually decide to sign up. Let's get a move on."

The men followed Arianna down the massive halls and listened intently as she spoke. Arianna had them hanging off of her every word. "To the left, we have the ballroom," she explained, opening one of the massive double doors. "We hold weddings, galas, you name it in here. That's also a feature of the Diamond Package as well. You will get first dibs of the ballroom for your special events and you won't have to pay a rental fee, unlike other members who choose a lesser package.

"Is catering included?" Patrick asked. Pierce rolled his eyes. He could care less. The only thing he wanted on the menu was Arianna.

"Good question. It does come with catering, but they are pre-planned meals. If you would prefer something more extravagant than what is offered then you would have to pay an upcharge," she explained.

"That sounds fair. Do you by chance know what's on a sample menu? I'm asking because my parents' 50 year anniversary is coming up, and I haven't locked anything down yet."

"You may choose from a variety of options, you know the typical entrees you would find at a wedding; fish, chicken, pork, or you can choose the buffet option which has a little bit of everything. From what I can tell, the guests really enjoy it. All of that is included. Now, if you want steak and seafood...well that's an upcharge."

"That's fair. How about desserts?"

"Desserts are included. The menu offers cheesecake, carrot cake, tiramisu, and my personal favorite, chocolate lava cake."

"That's my favorite, too," Pierce interjected.

"Really?" Arianna skeptically asked.

"Really. It's something about the cream and the chocolate together that sends my tastebuds on a ride."

"I have a feeling we're not talking about baked goods any longer, Mr. White."

"And if we're not?" Pierce playfully challenged.

"Then I would say I can guarantee without a shadow of a doubt that you've never had THAT type of chocolate before and your tastebuds wouldn't know what to do if they got ahold of it. We're walking, gentlemen," she said, whirling on her heels to lead them out the ballroom.

"You really went there didn't you?" Patrick drawled. At this point, he wasn't even surprised at the things coming out of Pierce's mouth. Patrick decided he wouldn't say anything else and would allow Pierce make a complete fool of himself. What would an 18-year-old possibly want with a 50-year-old man? It's not like they could spend a lifetime together. Hell, say they did get together and eventually married and had a child, Pierce might not be around long enough to even see his child walk the stage and get his high school diploma. It would be rough no doubt for the pair if they decided to get serious, especially for little Miss Carter. Unfortunately, due to her age, skin color, and Pierce's deep bank accounts, Arianna would automatically be labeled a gold digger. It wasn't right, but that's the reality they lived in. On the other hand, it probably wouldn't be so bad considering the fact Pierce didn't move in the same circles any longer now that he's not with Stella. Whatever the case may be, Patrick hoped his friend's heart didn't get broken again.