Gray? A member of The Asylum? My mind said no way and my body said yes way. To both the new knowledge and the idea of going with him to the dark and forbidden.

It was no place for a lady like me, the daughter of old and new money. A drunken hook-up in a dive bar could be forgiven, but the enormity of the scandal that could and would come from going to a place like The Asylum and being found out, well, it would be...enormous. Unforgivable.

Delicious.

Who was I kidding? I was not Asylum material. I had a big butt, cellulite at twenty-four, and only enough knowledge of BDSM to be dangerous. Which was to say only what I’d snuck a peek at on a porn-clip internet site. One which I surreptitiously watched and then deleted all the cookies and browser history for.

I was no porn star.

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine Gray with anyone but... He was too good looking to be seen fucking the likes of me.

That’s what people—Gray—did at The Asylum. Fucked.

Marc’s words rang in my head. Nobody would fuck a fatty like you if it weren’t for your money, Angie. Kick me out and you’ll have to start paying for sex.

Smug rat-bastard.

That’s when Gray literally picked Marc up by the collar and threw him out the front door.

Marc had brushed the bits of gravel off his precious suit and stabbed at me some more. Might as well have your manservant here to take you for a ride. Though I doubt his salary is enough to try and squeeze his way between those thunder thighs.

Gray had saved me from everything from slipping in the mud to mud-slinging gossips. Too bad he couldn’t save me from broken hearts. Even my knight in shining Armani couldn’t keep away the shameful truth I heard in Marc’s words.

That’s probably what he was trying to do now with his flirting and offers to take me to a sex club.

“You’re real funny. The Asylum. I’m so sure. Like I would fit in there.” I slugged Gray in the arm.

He didn’t move a millimeter. “I’m not kidding.”

“Sure. Right. Thanks for trying, but I’m telling you the only thing that will cheer me up is sending Marc dirty pictures of me in bed with another man.”

Gray waited a beat, huffed out a short breath, and frowned at me. “How exactly do you propose to take said pictures?”

“Uh, I guess it’ll have to be a selfie?”

“Have you thought any of this so-called plan through? Like where do you plan to do the deed and how are you going to get rid of him when you’re done?”

What was this, the Spanish-Italian girl inquisition? “I don’t know. I don’t have to know. You think every woman who has ever had a one-night stand preplanned everything?”

Game face. There it was. The one he only wore when he was about to get all protective and bodyguard-y. “You’re not taking some random guy back to the house or even the brownstone.”

Damn it. The brownstone was exactly my plan. Maybe we could go to Cruz towers instead? No. I hadn’t used our suite there in forever. That conversation with the doorman would be a bit awkward. “Okay, safety police, I’ll suggest we go to his place.”

“Because that won’t get you murdered or worse,” he growled.

I threw up my hands. “What do you want from me?”

“For you to get your head out of your ass.”

Gray had never, ever snapped at me like that before. I got enough insults from the rest of the men in my life. I didn’t need them from him. “Go away.”

“Why, because you know I’m right?”

“No, because I don’t care if you are. I’m doing this with or without your help.” I shoved at him and this time he moved. So there.

“Fine. But I will be right over there watching every move every man makes on you, and if for one minute I think you’re not safe, I’m hauling your ass out of here.”

I had a retort about how he couldn’t handle an ass as big as mine, but held my tongue. Partly because I knew he could. Much more because I wanted him to.

I contented myself with sticking my tongue out at his back.

“I saw that.”

“You did not.”

He pointed to the mirror behind the bar and kept walking. I stuck my tongue out at him again. He smiled then narrowed his eyes in the you-better-behave look.

What, or he’d spank me?

Umm, probably. Wasn’t that a fun-filled thought?

Gray took up position standing in the opposite corner of the bar where he had a line of sight on everyone, including me. The scowl on his face had him on the verge of turning into Jekyll. He was cranky about my little revenge plan. He’d get over it. He couldn’t stay mad at me.

Okay, back to work finding the man of my naughty dreams. A group of guys wearing jeans and frat-lettered sweatshirts pushed in through the door. Even I knew better than that.

Up next was the best prospect of the night. The perfect good-girl rebellion, all leather and tattoos. I bet he had a motorcycle.

Let’s see if Gray liked my choice. I jerked my chin in Son-of-Anarchy’s direction and raised both eyebrows silently asking for a go ahead.

Gray rolled his eyes and shook his head. He took a long swig of beer and leaned against the wall. For being on high alert, you’d never know he was more than another guy in a bar cruising the room for chicks. I’d rarely seen him with a woman, much to my childish, hard-core crushing delight. Now I knew it was because his kind of dates happened in the dark corner of a BDSM club.

Wouldn’t doing dark and dirty acts in a place like The Asylum be just as good of a revenge on stupid Marc as a skeezy one-night stand from a low-class bar?

I pushed the beer away and stood. Screw this place. I was going to The Asylum. With Gray.