I tipped my head back to catch his gaze and vehemently deny his accusation. That denial was swept away by his smile. I couldn’t muster any of the professionalism I’d mastered over the months I’d worked here. My resolve was slipping faster than I could remind myself that Adam Newcomb liked watching and having public sex. Not that I’d ever witnessed this firsthand. I’d never seen him bring a date, which as a top-level member he was welcome to do. I’d never seen him wander back into the viewing rooms or even sit in the lower lounge, which was referred to as the Hunting Ground, because that was where either unattached female members went to find a partner for the evening, or couples went to find a third or swap. Negotiations happened down there. And other than his tour of the property and the rooms, I hadn’t seen Adam use any of the amenities.

Strange.

“Perhaps I should ask you if you find Club Joi distasteful,” I returned.

In the last couple of months, I’d become an expert on body language, so I didn’t miss the stiffness in Adam’s shoulders or the way he tensed.

“Why would you ask that?”

“You’ve been here over two months,” I noted. “Have you not found our club acceptable? Is there something I could provide for you that would make your time enjoyable?”

Holy shit.

There were some things that, when thought in your mind, sounded better than when actually spoken out loud.

I felt my face heat.

Sweat trickled between my boobs that were pushed together to the max by a fabulous but expensive bra that made them look at least a cup size bigger. I had more cleavage on display than I ever would in my real life. Though, in real life, I also didn’t wear low-cut cocktail dresses and high heels.

“If I thought for a second you were offering what it sounded like you were, I would take you up on it in a hot minute. However, to answer your question, the club is perfectly acceptable.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I wanted to offer what it sounded like I was. And I would be offering it if he wasn’t a member. As a part of my employment contract, I had the same membership Adam had purchased. I could participate any time I wanted.

“Have a good night, Sloane.”

I was still recovering from the sexy way my name had fallen from his lips, wondering how it would sound while we were in bed, naked, and he was deep inside of me, when I felt the faintest brush of his hand against mine.

Barely a brush.

But forbidden.

That slightest touch without my permission could get him banned.

His eyes danced with a dare. A naughty, filthy dare.

“You as well, Adam.”

His lips quirked up into the hottest smirk that made my thighs squeeze together.

That smirk turned primal.

And I had a feeling I’d unwittingly issued a challenge.