CHAPTER FIVE
I was roused from my painful memories when the limo came to a stop. A large estate loomed outside the window. It was made entirely from stone and exquisitely detailed with marble. The front gates were gold-plated and sparkled under the light of the oil lamps that gave the manor a rustic feel. The well-tended garden sported flowers of every variety as well as a water fountain in the form of a naked woman, holding a jug of water.
Before I had time to study the building further, the limo driver opened my door and ushered me out of the vehicle. Lining the street in front of the building were various other limos and exotic sports cars I had only ever seen on TV. A Bentley with what looked like diamond-studded rims rushed down the street before effortlessly gliding into a parking space. A beautiful woman with striking red hair emerged from the car, legs first. She held herself with perfect posture and waited until a man with a crooked smile walked around and grabbed her hand. Together, they walked toward the estate, looking like they owned the entire world.
They passed through a smaller gate. Posted above it was a hand-crafted sign made of gold. The words ‘Breslyn Auction Club’ were stamped on the precious metal. Finally, it hit me. So that’s where I had heard about the Action Club… The memory quickly came flooding back into my mind. It was the same night I met Charles. While we were still at the club, one of the women escorting one of the businessmen mentioned it.
“You should try it sometime. It was a blast, y’know?”
“I’ve never heard of it,” I told her honestly, feeling my cheeks flush at my ignorance.
“You’ve never heard of Breslyn’s?” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Girl, sit down, I have to tell you all about it.”
I ordered yet another drink at the bar, ready to listen to her story. Across the room, I was very aware of Charles’ eyes roaming my body. I flashed him a seductive smile over the rim of my martini glass.
“Are you even listening to me?” She said, sounding exasperated.
“Yes, yes. Sorry.” I nodded. “Go ahead.”
“So, as I was saying.” She dragged out her syllables as she spoke and I had to keep myself from groaning. “It was sooo much fun. I can’t even describe it. The thrill. The sense of wanting. Of longing you see from all the other men.” She pointed her thumb in the direction of her companion. “Maxwell had this killer look in his eye. He looked like a predator, stalking out his prey and damn, was it exciting.”
I tilted my head in confusion. What was this woman talking about?
“I’m sorry –”
“You know, I’m actually quite surprised.”
“About what?”
The woman giggled and reached out, placing her hand on top of mine. Her brown eyes glimmered with mischief. She took a sip of her drink.
“It’s a whole other experience.”
I was getting irritated. She had piqued my interest and now she was beating around the bush. “I’m confused.” I finally admitted.
“I can see that.” She mused, running her fingers along the rim of her glass. A soft sound tinkled through the air. “It’s quite cute. You know, I think you’d do quite well at Breslyn’s.”
“If I knew what it was, maybe I would.” I said trying to force some information out of her.
“You really don’t know, do you?” She paused, her features becoming serious. “Anyone who’s anyone knows Breslyn’s.” She stared at me. “You’re just pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I pressed, getting closer to her. I lowered my voice and widened my eyes. “But if you told me… I would really appreciate it.” I rested my hand on her leg, upping the charm.
She just chuckled. “I’m sorry honey, but I’m not into women and I doubt you could afford my prices.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked once more. I grabbed my drink and took a large gulp, trying to clear away my irritation. This woman was having way too much fun teasing me..
She just smiled knowingly. “But I will say, you do seem like a natural. I was surprised to find out that you weren’t from the auction .”
“Auction?” I repeated, but she ignored me.
“I didn’t see you. So, I don’t think you were there… but I guess you could’ve been in another group or something. I still think you’re pulling my leg.” She spun the glass in her fingers and watched the liquid swirl.
“What do you mean auction?”
She giggled, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.
“Oh, if you’re not from Breslyn’s I think it would be best if you just found out for yourself.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she looked out at the crowd of men. “It might do you a favor you know if that silly website of yourself doesn’t pan out.”
“Silly?” I stood up, getting angry. “My website isn’t silly.”
“Whatever you say. But if you ask me, I’d much rather work a job I know pays well.” She looked over at her date, her eyes blazing. “For all you know, your website could be a bust. As for me…” She got up as well, her hands on her chest, adjusting her breasts. “These are all too real for men to ignore.” She winked and walked toward her date, her hips swaying seductively. For the rest of that night, I was left wondering what exactly was the Breslyn Auction Club.