Out of the Darkness (ebook)

Argumento de Out of the Darkness (ebook)

Drawn into a fiery partnership with Nathan, Stella realises a 'no strings' attachment might not exist after all

Surely this can?t be the place? Unconvinced, I glanced along the street again as I approached the blank exterior of what could only be described as an abandoned theatre. A big, boarded-up, empty-looking theatre that had probably seen its heyday back in the seventies. My shoulders sagged ? it certainly didn?t appear to be a trendy bar and nightclub as I?d been led to believe. Damn, I?d sneaked out of work early and come all this way for a frigging wild goose chase. Sighing, I made the last few steps of my journey anyway and then stopped to glance around the deserted street curiously. I winced, it had a bit of a sleazy feel to it actually; run down, graffiti-covered, and generally just a little bit scummy.
This part of the Soho district of London was totally unknown to me, hell, the whole of Soho was unknown to me. I knew Ronnie Scott?s Jazz Club was around here somewhere, and clearly from the sex shops I?d just walked past the local community were somewhat ? exuberant in their tastes, shall we say, but that was the sum total of my knowledge.
I myself lived up in Victoria Park, a nice leafy suburb of London that was such a complete contrast to the chewing gum covered pavement where I was currently standing that I had to seriously doubt my sanity for coming here at all. Talk about ?out of your comfort zone?. Mind you, the reason for my visit here today was even crazier, and a little relieved bubble of laughter escaped my throat as I realised that my trip was going to be a dud.
A piece of newspaper blew along the street on the breeze, but even my swift sidestep couldn?t stop it from wrapping its greasy pages around my ankle. Just bloody typical. Huffing impatiently, I leant on the theatre wall with a grimace as I tried to shake off the chip wrappings from where it clung to my bare leg. Ugh. Finally detaching it I looked up at the broad white columns that lined the old entrance. Frowning, I looked closer. Actually the building wasn?t quite as shabby as I?d first believed. From a distance, I?d thought the windows were boarded up, but now I realised that they were covered by discreet but modern shutters.
Narrowing my eyes, I wondered if perhaps I?d been wrong with my first assumption that this theatre had long since seen better days, and as I began to look over the building again I noticed the entrance doors were plain with no markings, but on closer inspection also appeared new and solid.
Standing back a little, I chewed my lower lip nervously as I contemplated the building before me, noticing a discreet logo cast in bronze that was mounted above the set of double doors and glowing a warm amber colour in the afternoon sunshine. I hadn?t noticed it on my initial scan of the frontage but it looked like a loose hanging spring, or an apple peel when someone had peeled the entire fruit in one go leaving a long curling piece. It might be simple, but this image told me I had indeed found my destination because it matched the one on the card I clutched in my clammy hand.
Absently fiddling with the ring on my thumb as I did when I was nervous, I glanced down at the slightly crumpled card again. ?Club Twist. Explore your twisted side.?
One of my eyebrows rose as I read the strap line again. They?d clearly chosen a discreet marketing strategy because the name wasn?t exactly specific in its description, but when you turned over the card, the wording and images made it blatantly obvious that Club Twist was a sex club.
Yes, that?s right. I, Stella Marsden, professional, independent woman and otherwise sane person, am standing outside the doors to a sex club. I rolled my eyes at my stupid self for ever thinking that this was a good idea. Turning the card in my hand I blushed a prize winning shade of red, apparently Club Twist was no ordinary sex club either, no, they make it their mission to cater for a whole variety of tastes, I know this because there?s a frigging list on the reverse of the card that just makes me cringe even reading it.
I now had a big decision to make, after thinking the address had been a dud and that I might have escaped the reason for my trip today I now had to determine if I really wanted to go through with this or not. Did I? Could I?
It was now or never.

?Hooked from the first page ? if you enjoyed Fifty Shades, you?ll love Out of the Darkness.? KD Grace, author of The Executive Decision Series0