Knight 01 Knight And Play by Kitty French Read Free Book Online

of Gateway clubs and turned to Sophie in the passenger seat.
    “This is it.”
    She glanced out of the windscreen at the gleaming, low-slung building, and then turned big, apprehensive eyes to him.
    “Is it open yet?”
    “Not yet. It opens at eight.”
    Sophie’s eyes cut to the clock on the dash. He could almost see her working out how much ‘safe time’ she had left.
    He turned to face her. “Sophie. This is business. We aren’t here to play, so just relax, okay?”
    He saw her throat move as she nodded and swallowed hard. She didn’t fool him for a second with her acts of bravado. She was like a kitten, brave every now and then, but mostly marshmallow. Her feisty interludes turned him on, and he wanted to push her into situations that encouraged the tigress in her to come out more often. The girl shimmered with untapped sexual potential. Her dick of a husband obviously wasn’t able to see what he could see, or he wouldn’t be swanning around the Med with some pixie-faced tramp.
    The man must have rocks in his head, or else not be using his head at all. He was obviously the kind of guy who listened to his cock rather than his conscience.
    He got out and opened Sophie’s car door. “Come on. I’ll give you the grand tour before it opens.”
     
    The reception area was a world away from Sophie’s expectations. More like an upmarket spa than a club, she thought, as Lucien pointed out the changing rooms as they passed through the double doors beyond the reception area. Inside, the club opened out onto a large open plan space, opulently decked out in aubergine velvets and gilt chandeliers. 
    “This is the social area.” Lucien gestured at the various seating nooks, a bar, and a dance floor.
    “It looks like any other club,” Sophie marvelled, surprised by the normality of the space. “Or a nicer version of a normal club.”
    “I’ll take that.” Lucien nodded. “What did you expect? Something seedy? People use this area to make friends, dance, have a drink…” He shrugged.
    “Just like a normal club,” Sophie said again, feeling slightly less intimidated.
    “Kind of.” Lucien’s tone made her look back at him curiously, but he just shrugged again and motioned for her to head towards the open tread staircase that ran up one side of the dance floor.
    She regretting going ahead of him as soon as she set foot on the stairs; he wouldn’t be able to avoid a close-up view of her backside, and Kara’s bottle green dress was cut to leave little to the imagination. She forced herself to keep climbing the steps steadily, and when she turned to him at the top he looked at her with a grin.
    “What?”
    He threw his hands out to the side and raised his eyebrows innocently.
    “Nothing.”
    Sophie narrowed her eyes at him.
    “Which way next?”
    Lucien placed a hand on the small of her back and urged her forwards down a corridor. The moody décor from downstairs continued up here, dark and opulently atmospheric. Each door along the corridor was closed, three on either side. Lucien reached for the first one and pushed it open, and Sophie peeped in. And then, hesitantly, stepped inside and stared.
    “Okay. So this is nothing like a normal club anymore,” she murmured, taking in the huge bed area in the centre of the room and the mirrored ceiling.
    “No.” Lucien’s voice was close enough to warm her neck, and his hand still scorched the small of her back. “We choose the best fittings and fixtures to make our rooms the most comfortable around.” Sophie nodded, too conscious of the fact that she was staring at a big sexy bed with Lucien to comment on the quality of the furnishings.
    “Try it out. Tell me if it’s comfortable.”
    Sophie gasped and shook her head.
    “Don’t panic, it’s unused. This is launch night, remember?”
    Sophie weighed up her options. She kind of wanted to say no, but she had to acknowledge that she kind of wanted to say yes too. She remembered her resolution to have fun