The Good Girl by Emma Nichols

seen you do it.”

    Nodding, I slid from my seat and stepped toward him. He was staring at me evenly, waiting for a reaction. Without saying a word, I leaned toward him and kissed his neck. “No worries. You’ll keep me out of trouble.” Opening my trench coat, I purposefully set it on my seat and closed the door. Winking at him, I turned and headed toward the door. “Let’s go.”

    It was an act. Outwardly, I was all sophisticated and confident. Inside, I was shaking uncontrollably, terrified of what I was about to face.

    Before I stepped through the front door, I felt Wyatt’s hand on my upper arm. “Stick with me. I mean it,” he hissed.

    “I heard you the first time,” I said, eyebrow involuntarily arched.

    There was a bouncer at the door...big, black, bald. He hid his eyes behind sunglasses, but they didn’t hide the smile he gave me. Wyatt must have seen; his hand tightened on my arm. That gave me an immense amount of pleasure. Smiling back at the bouncer, I sauntered through the door and didn’t even stumble.

    Once inside, Wyatt pulled me to the side. My back was against a wall. There were people all around, but he seemed oblivious. Must be Evans were nothing like Stones, otherwise he would have been more careful before he roughly pressed his lips to mine. The kiss screamed of possession. Clearly he wanted everyone to know...I was his. “Behave,” he growled in my ear.

    As before, I nodded. Only this time, I felt different. Maybe I didn’t have anything to prove. Maybe this was simply a learning experience. “So, why are we here?” I asked calmly. This time, I realized it wasn’t an act. His kiss, his actions...had soothed me.
    Smiling genuinely for the first time since our arrival, he smiled at me. “Well, there are no pockets in this so you’ll just have to trust my memory, but I believe we’ll be knocking out several of the items on your list.” He kissed my temple gently as he pulled me close once more. “This will be quite the learning experience.” He ran a hand over my hair, then wrapped an arm around my waist. “Let’s go.”

    The deeper we walked into the building, the more I struggled to hide my reactions. It was Wyatt’s arm around my waist, the comfort of his constant presence at my side that kept me from bolting. It wouldn’t matter that Stones don’t run, this one would have. My eyes must have been akin to those of a deer in headlights. I could feel that my breathing was just this side of hyperventilating. Apparently, he could, too. Soon, he stopped and pulled us over to the bar area.

    “I’m going to need something really strong,” I said, giving him the heads up.

    Shaking his head, he laughed. “There’s no alcohol here.”

    Turning to him, I asked sharply, “What?!”

    “Yeah, it’s BYOB. They have soft drinks. We bring our own liquor. They don’t have a license.” He smiled as he watched my reaction.

    “Oh, hell.”

    “Come on, doll. You’ve got this.” Then he turned to the guy behind the bar. “Two Cokes, please.” In seconds, we had fountain drinks in hand and continued on the tour of the place.

    In the back yard, we found a hot tub...filled with naked people. There were more naked people swimming in the pool. On the beds around the pool were couples, threesomes, and more...all naked. Without thinking, I inhaled sharply and attracted a bit of attention.

    “Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. “This is on your list, doll. #12: Be a voyeur and watch others have sex, live.” He hugged me closer to his body. “Look at these people, so uninhibited. They don’t even care that we watch. Shoot, they wouldn’t care if we joined in.” He chuckled.
    “Joined in?” I asked. “So this is a swingers place?”

    His eyes were half shut as he nodded and leaned in for a kiss. This one was sweet, reassuring, just like the words that followed. “You are in control, Willow. We’ll do whatever you want. This is the perfect place for you to learn,