CHAPTER 32: Harker
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“You have the one you wore last night.” He’d had vivid, hot dreams of that dress.
“My wedding dress?”
“Yes. It’s not a traditional wedding dress with a long train and lace.” It was slinky and sexy and perfect. “You don’t need to wear the veil.” He’d get her a blindfold. That was much better than a veil.
“Where are we going that you want me to wear my wedding dress?” She no longer sounded excited.
“I want you to keep an open mind.” He’d lead her away from the uptight, Puritan beliefs of her childhood by appealing to her sense of adventure.
“You’re making me nervous.”
“Don’t be. It’s a reputable place. Nice people.”
“Harker. Tell me where we’re going.”
“La Petite Mort Club.”
“The s*x club?”
Time to sooth her sensibilities and coax her into going. “Yes
