They pulled up to the Crown Hotel, its Victorian façade a stark contrast to the modern interior Emily knew awaited them. As they gathered more flyers, Sophia's questions continued.
"Have you ever used a safe word?"
Emily nearly dropped the stack she was carrying. "Jesus, Soph! No, I haven't needed to. Lucas is... he's attentive. He reads me well."
As they walked into the hotel lobby, Emily's mind wandered to Lucas, to his strong hands and piercing blue eyes. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand.
"Look," she said, handing over a bundle of flyers to the concierge, "can we talk about something else? Anything else?"
Sophia grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Not a chance in hell, Em. Not a f*****g chance."
Emily sighed, exasperated but unable to suppress a sm
