Those unmistakable heterochromatic eyes—one blue and the other green—lock with mine, and a jolt of recognition courses through me. This is the woman I had the most amazing night of my life with at a kink club six months ago.

And she’s also my new coach’s daughter.

2. Hannah

Chapter 2

Hannah

Six Months Ago

Between the stuffy, stale air in the cab and the mask that’s covering my nose, it’s hard to breathe. I should just get out of the car and go into the club that’s calling to me from the other side of the foggy window, but my heart is pounding.

I reach up to adjust the mask to make it a little easier to breathe and notice my hand trembling.

Damn it, Stevie.

If she hadn’t bailed on our spring break trip, I wouldn’t be sitting here alone like this right now. Maybe I should’ve just called the whole thing off when she flaked, but I needed to get away from law school for a while, needed a break from everything—including being myself.

That’s how I ended up at this club. It’s the ultimate chance to break out of the box I’ve been keeping myself in for as long as I can remember. But now that I’m here, what little courage I was feeling before seems to be leaking out of me with every breath and joining the fog on the windows.

“Look, lady, I’m happy to keep running up the meter while we’re sitting here admiring the stars but are you gonna go inside or am I gonna be the only one who gets to enjoy the beautiful view tonight?” the driver asks, his eyes locked on mine in the rearview. I see them dart to my cleavage, and it jolts me out of the stasis I’ve been in.

“Thanks for the lift,” I tell him and climb quickly out of the back seat. He puts the car in gear as soon as I close the door, but I don’t miss him checking me out on his way out of the parking lot.

With my heart fluttering in my chest, I walk to the door where two bouncers sit waiting on stools in plain black dress suits. I flash them the invite card I got, and one of them raises his eyebrows at me expectantly.

“Satin,” I say, willing my voice to stay steady.

The bouncer’s eyes linger on mine for an uncomfortable moment, but he nods and slides off his stool to walk me to the heavy metal door. It opens silently, and the bouncer gestures for me to go inside. I step through and blink until my eyes adjust, and details start to emerge from the darkness.