“Thankfully? For who?”
Trent smiled down at Sarah. “You’ll see.”
True to his word, it didn’t take long for Trent to prove to Sarah that privacy was sometimes the way to go. After making a quick trip through the business end of the building where the offices were, Trent led the way down the narrow hall that overlooked the main floor. This side of the building held the recreational rooms. Unlike the three glass rooms on the main floor, which allowed onlookers to see from all angles, all of the rooms on the second floor had doors. Some people utilized them, marking the rooms as occupied.
Not surprisingly, most of the people who visited Devotion were there to watch or be watched, so it was rare that the room was completely dark—meaning the occupants inside weren’t visible to the voyeurs who lingered. Some were looking for participants to join them, others simply to be watched doing whatever it was that struck their fancy.
Trent continued on, leading the way to the largest of the rooms at the end of the hall.
“This is more how I envision my entire club looking,” he noted as they stepped inside.
It was unoccupied at the moment, which allowed them the opportunity to look around. There were several pieces of equipment, including a Saint Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, and plenty of other “torture” devices.
“I envision your club being classy,” Sarah said, her eyes roaming the room before landing on Trent. “Similar to downstairs but on a grander scale. That’s what I’m really trying to say.” She smiled shyly. “When I look at you, I think of platinum and gold. That should carry over into your club. And aside from that, everything is clean and crisp and white. Rugged, sand-colored leather would be utilized, as well as dark hardwood.” She nodded toward his booted feet. “A balance between the two sides to you. Glitter and diamonds versus rustic and warm. A dichotomy, I guess you could say.”
“So you’ve given this some thought,” Trent noted.
“A little.” Sarah’s cheeks reddened.
“Keep going,” Trent urged, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the Saint Andrew’s cross.
“When I think about your club, I see a main floor with a central bar and various seating areas. That would be the glitter and gold part. Similar to the VIP area at Devil’s Playground. Only, more like a high-end hotel lobby, but bigger, more spread out. Then, instead of a second floor, yours will have a basement. A dungeon, I guess you would call it. That’ll still be classy, but darker, edgier. Sexy.”
It was obvious to Dylan that Trent was completely enthralled with Sarah. He couldn’t necessarily blame him. The woman had clearly given this some serious thought.
“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a designer.”
Trent grinned. “I’ve got one of those.”
“Of course you do,” she said teasingly.
Sarah glanced to Dylan. He smiled at her.
“Unfortunately, I haven’t come up with a name. I gave some thought to Sinners and Saints, but I don’t really like it. Then I had the idea of Sinful Shadows, but again, I just didn’t see it. So, I’m sorry I can’t help on that front.”
“Oh, you helped more than you know,” Trent said, standing to his full height.
“Yeah? Did you come up with a name?”
Trent shook his head. “No, you did.”
“I did?” Sarah’s eyes widened. “What are you thinking?”
“The one word that described it all.”
Sarah frowned.
Dylan had already picked up on exactly what Trent was thinking. He’d seen the man’s face when she said the one single word that really did describe it perfectly.
“Which is?”
“Dichotomy,” Trent said, grinning as he moved toward the door. “It’s perfect.”
Yep, just what Dylan thought.
chapter TWENTY-SIX
THE BEST PART ABOUT TOURING Devotion with Trent was that Sarah hadn’t thought about where she was or what might happen later for the past two hours. Keeping her mind occupied was probably the only reason she’d made it this far into the night without having an honest-to-goodness panic attack.
Granted, now that the tour was over and Trent was off doing God knows what, Sarah was once again completely focused on Dylan and what his intentions were with her. After confirming that she didn’t want something stronger, Dylan had ordered 7-Up from a waitress, and then they’d wandered around for a few minutes, ending up right back where they started, on the second floor overlooking the main-floor activities.
“Quit thinking so hard,” Dylan whispered, pulling her in close as they stood at the railing.
His body was warm against hers as he pressed into her back.
“I’m trying my best,” she told him truthfully.
It wasn’t easy, all things considered.
Dylan turned her so that she was facing him, her butt against the wrought iron rail. In a moment of panic, she briefly wondered if anyone could see beneath her skirt. If they could, they were getting an eyeful right about now since she wasn’t wearing panties.
Of course, that thought flittered right out of her head the instant Dylan’s lips descended on hers. His mouth was firm, his lips warm, his hands gentle as he urged her closer. She leaned into him, loving how easily he could distract her from her thoughts. Apparently she’d gotten a little too lost in the kiss, because the next thing she knew, they were in one of the private rooms. She hardly remembered moving, inching out of the hallway bit by bit.
And here they were.
Sarah tried not to think about what came next. Would a stranger walk in any second now? Was this other person not a stranger? Did she know him? Would this be awkward and weird?
“I’ve waited for this moment,” Dylan mumbled against her lips, his hands trailing down to her thighs. “Two hours with Trent was hell. I’ve been counting down the seconds until I could get my hands on you.”
Sarah giggled. “I guess you better make up for that lost time.”
“I can do that.” He pulled back and looked at her, his gaze imploring hers. “I can definitely do that.”
She knew what he was thinking, so before he could voice his question, she beat him to the punch. “I’m good, Dylan. With everything.” Sarah pulled his head back down so she could reach his mouth. “I’ve been waiting all night, too. I want nothing more than to feel you inside me.”
A rough growl escaped him as he settled his mouth over hers once more. Sarah slipped her arms around his neck, bringing her body closer to his as their tongues explored. When he pulled her farther into the room, she moved with him, refusing to let go.