CHAPTER 3: Terry
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Terry followed his frightened little rabbit inside one of the private suites and closed the door behind them.
“This is where...” She looked around the room, eyes wide.
Ethan didn’t do anything half-assed, including decorating these rooms. The carpet was plush and brown with hints of blue to match the walls. The furniture was a solid, light-colored wood, a refreshing break from the darker décor of the club.
“There’s no bed?” She looked at him her face pale as a hint of a blush crept into her cheeks. “Not that we were...” Her hands fluttered in her nervousness.
“Believe me, you made that perfectly clear.” But he had every intention of changing her mind—not tonight, but soon.
“I didn’t mean it.”
He raised his brow. Maybe, tonight would work.
“No. I...that’s
