The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(14)

“Let’s go,” said Fergus.

Cam climbed out of the car and stood beside Sierra. He glanced at her, but her face wasn’t showing any emotion. He wondered if she was excited, nervous, aroused at the thought of spending time with them. He was sure as hell aroused at being this close to her, but he had to admire her ability to seem at ease when apparently neither of them had a clue where they were or what place they were going to for their date.

Fergus led them confidently across the parking lot to the elevators and pressed the Up button. Cam still had no clue about their destination. This elevator looked to him exactly like a million other elevators. Oh, well, as soon as they arrived in the lobby he’d work it out. Or read a sign, or something.

Cam thought he heard the tiniest gasp from Sierra when the elevator doors opened. He turned swiftly to look her full in the face, but once again the bland look was in place. No wonder she was such a tough attorney to beat in court. He knew for sure she’d be a damn difficult opponent in a game of poker, too.

Once they left the elevator he knew where he was, the BDSM Club. Oh, wow, this was a clever idea of Fergus’s. Choosing this venue would certainly open up a whole new level of conversation among them. Once again he glanced across at Sierra. This time he noticed the tiniest hint of a smile at the corner of her eyes. Aha! She likes it. Awesome!

Cam walked beside Sierra and Fergus as they crossed the lobby and waited to enter the club. This was a very well-run club and the rules were strict. They had to show photo ID and proof of age to enter, and had their wrists stamped with the date and time. He’d heard women arguing with the security staff about the stamps one time he’d been here previously. The staff removed the stamps with a special hand wash as people left the club. Patrons couldn’t come in and out as they pleased. Also, alcohol intake was strictly monitored. The BDSM community believed that neither Doms nor subs should have less than a completely clear mind during scenarios. Any patron who had more than two alcoholic drinks was likely to find their request to use the dungeon denied.

That didn’t bother Cam. He was more than happy to drink soda all night if it meant he might end up in the dungeon with Sierra and Fergus. Or in bed with Sierra. There were bedrooms upstairs, he knew, although he’d never actually been inside one.

Their table had been reserved and they were shown directly to it. It was upstairs on the balcony, right at the front, looking down to the dance floor and stage beneath them. Fergus has thought of everything. This is going to be a spectacular night.

Their meal had apparently been preordered as well. The server nodded to Fergus and went into the staff-only area, then came out with a carafe of water and three glasses. “Your meals will be served soon, Sir,” she said.

“I know Cam’s been here before, but what about you, Sierra?” asked Fergus.

“Yes, I was brought here once by a group of male colleagues who apparently thought they would horrify me or something similar. The tables were rather turned when a Domme began whipping her male sub,” said Sierra.

Cam laughed. “Oh, excellent!”

“Yes, those were my thoughts, too.”

“And did you get the client?” asked Fergus.

“Of course.” Sierra smiled.

“I’m sure you got some new clients from the ropes-course day, too. Has your arm healed?” asked Cam.

“Yes, and yes.”

He’d noticed her arms were once again completely covered, this time by a long-sleeved dress in shimmering silver, and he wondered how truthful that part of her answer had been, but if they ever got into bed he’d make a point of checking every inch of her skin—and not just for bruises. He longed to undress her and kiss each part of her. But for now, he’d better get his manners working and explore her mind and her thoughts instead of her luscious body.

The food was big platters of vegetables and dips, with different types of breads to place them on, and sauces and spices to add as well. It was unusual, but totally delicious and he enjoyed every mouthful. He also loved talking with Fergus and Sierra. She was able to speak knowledgeably on every topic Fergus introduced, although Cam noticed she deftly changed the direction of the conversation when politics was introduced. He wondered whether she had strong opinions she wasn’t willing to share on those topics, or if it was simply she preferred not to get into potentially controversial areas. He’d ask her that question some time the three of them were alone, too, possibly even as they drove home tonight.

Their table rested against the chest-high railing over the lower floor, which meant they had an uninterrupted view of the stage. Cam knew Fergus would have requested this specific table when he planned the evening. Cam also wondered if Fergus knew what BDSM act was going to be displayed. Fergus was very much a Dom who planned everything so Cam wouldn’t be surprised if Fergus did ask about the entertainment and had included it in his plans.