Brooke's Wish (2 page)

Brooke rose from her chair when the woman approached with a toothy but genuine smile. She took Brooke’s hand into her own.

“Hi, Dr. Allaire. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Mia Lavender, Vice President of Client Experience here at The Satin Rose Experience. We’re glad to have you as a guest for the weekend.”

“Good to meet you. But please, call me Brooke.”

“Okay, Brooke. Let’s go into my office where we can talk about your expectations while staying at the Satin Rose.”

Mia guided Brooke to a small sitting area in the corner of the office. “So, what can I do for you this weekend?” Mia asked.

Brooke looked at Mia and at the coffee table in between them in search of a brochure or menu of spa services.

“I’m sorry to sound naïve, but this isn’t the type of spa I’m used to. What services do you offer other than the normal massages and facials?”

Mia moved to the edge of her chair and smiled. “What exactly did Pamela tell you about SRE?”

“To tell you the truth, not much. She just says she’s a new person when she gets back. The membership fee is the best money she’s ever spent.”

Mia looked into Brooke’s eyes. She seemed to be waiting for her to say more. “I’m going to be blunt here. The Satin Rose Experience is not a day spa. It’s a high-end BDSM club. Your friend Pam doesn’t come for facials and massages.”

Brooke’s face heated and she was sure her normally pale complexion had flushed a rosy red as she processed the information Mia had just laid on her
.
Pamela was into BDSM? She comes to New York for whip and chain treatment
?
Impossible
.
Even more impossible was the fact that Dr. Brooke Allaire sat in some posh New York City bondage club. She had to get out. Fast.

“Look, there’s been some mistake. I’m not interested in any part of this. I really thought I was here for a spa weekend to reflect and regenerate from a stressful time in my life. I-I can’t stay here,” Brooke said as she stood.

Mia placed her hand on Brooke’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Brooke. Really. Sit and relax for a moment. Let me see if I can get you a room in the main hotel.”

Mia strode to her desk and picked up her phone. “Courtney, please call Rosebud and see if you can book Dr. Allaire into one of the spa suites. Uh-huh. Yes. Thank you.”

Mia hung up and smiled at Brooke. “Just give us a moment.”

“I’m really sorry for the mix up. I’m going to kill Pam.”

Mia walked to the front of her desk and leaned back. Her blue eyes sparkled. “Why do you think your friend did it? Booked you a suite here for the weekend? She specifically reserved Suite One, the biggest and most expensive suite at SRE. There must be a reason.”

Brooke shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe she thought it would help me.”

“Maybe it will.”

“I don’t see how getting tied up and tortured by a stranger will help me.”

Mia crossed the room and sat on the chair next to Brooke.

“SRE isn’t about being tortured by a stranger. It’s about fulfilling fantasies, satisfying curiosity and possibly ridding yourself of insecurity. The experience is different for each person, but I assure you that no one gets tortured here. That is, unless they want to be,” Mia said and laughed.

Brooke giggled nervously, eased back into her chair and sipped her cold peppermint tea.

“May I ask you a personal question?” Brooke asked and cocked her eyebrows.

“Of course. Shoot.”

“Are you in this type of relationship?”

Mia’s eyes lit up. “I am, but I haven’t always been. My boyfriend and I are still testing limits.”

“And you like it?” Brooke asked and gulped down the last of her tea just as Mia’s phone buzzed.

“I love it,” Mia said, standing up and touching Brooke’s shoulder as she walked by.

“What do you have for me, Court? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh. What about—Oh. Okay. Thank you.” Mia placed the phone down and rested her elbows on her desk. “I’m afraid the entire hotel is booked, it’s been booked for months. In fact, Courtney tried the other area hotels too and there’s no vacancy anywhere in the city. It’s normal during the holiday season.”

“How did Pam get me the room here on such short notice?”

“Didn’t she tell you? She’d reserved the suite months ago for herself. Pam called me last week and requested that we move the reservation to your name. We normally don’t offer guest passes, but she explained you needed the weekend more than she did, so we agreed.”

“Wow. What a mess,” Brooke said and shook her head.

Mia cocked her head to the side. “You know, your suite is exactly what you would get in the hotel with one difference. Suite One contains a playroom. It’s locked and stays locked until the guest goes through an orientation. Why don’t you stay in the SRE suite? You may still enjoy the amenities of the hotel. I promise, no one will chase you around with a paddle. That is —”

“I know. Unless I want them to?” Brooke asked with a tight grin.

“Exactly.”

Chapter Four

Mia led Brooke to Suite One. Brooke was pleasantly surprised to find her clothes unpacked and hanging in the closet and her toiletries neatly placed on the vanity.

“I could get used to this place,” Brooke said while looking through the large window to the city below.

“We try to give our members everything they need. Which reminds me, remember when I said the only difference between this suite and one at Rosebud is the playroom?” Mia asked.

Brooke turned from the window to see Mia standing next to an opened dresser drawer with a grin on her face.

“Yes?”

“Well, I forgot about the drawer of fun.”

Brooke walked slowly to the dresser and looked into the opened drawer. It was stocked with packaged dildos, vibrators and other devices Brooke wouldn’t know what to do with.

“Ever use one of these?” Mia raised her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, of course,” she looked from the drawer to Mia and back down again. Heat flooded her face. “No, no, I haven’t.”

“No? Well I recommend this one to start.” Mia removed a black box with a picture of a magenta colored egg with gold accents. Brooke picked it up and examined the box.

“And what do I do with this?” She laughed and gave Mia a sideways glance.

“You’re the doctor; I think you can figure it out.” Mia chuckled and winked at Brooke. “If you can’t, you can always give yourself the massage you came here for.”

“Funny,” Brooke said and swatted Mia’s arm. They walked out of the bedroom and into the main room of the suite.

“This place is beautiful. Thank you for suggesting I stay.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you did. I’ll have a Rosebud Spa attendant bring you a menu of services so you can book—”

Brooke stood in front of a door painted a deep shade of red. Her heart beat so loud the sound filtered out Mia’s voice.

Mia’s fingers grazed up and down Brooke’s back. “Are you okay?”

“Is this The Playroom?” Brooke’s asked quietly, never taking her eyes from the door.

“Uh-huh. Do you want to see it?”

“May I?”

“Of course. I’ll just need to lock it when you’re through looking.”

Brooke moved out of the way, and Mia inserted and turned the key she kept on a ribbon around her wrist. The door clicked softly, Mia turned the handle and the women entered the shadowy room together. Mia flipped the light switch on the wall. Decorative candle sconces on the wall cast a flickering glow on the walls and furnishings. Brooke continued a few more steps into the room.

“This is not what I expected.”

“What’d you expect, a dungeon?”

“Something like that.”

“We have one of those too, but in a different suite. Take your time to explore.” Mia sat on the edge of the bed against the far wall.

Brooke hugged her arms to her chest and looked up at the ceiling where she spotted a series of hooks, tracks and pulleys. She followed the tracks to the other end of the windowless room where an ornate cabinet stood.

Brooke looked from the cabinet to Mia and raised her eyebrows.

“Go ahead, you can open it. I promise, nothing will jump out at you.”

She opened both doors and gasped at the contents. It was lined with rows of paddles, floggers, riding crops, handcuffs and more.

“I don’t know how you do this,” Brooke said. She shook her head and closed the cabinet.

“There are degrees of BDSM. Not everyone uses props. As well, not everyone in this scene is a sadist or masochist. Each relationship is unique. SRE is a place to play and explore without judgment.”

Brooke turned toward Mia. “I’m sorry. I hope you don’t think I was judging you.”

Mia smiled warmly and shook her head. “Not at all. It’s a lot to take in. Hey, do you have plans for dinner?”

“Yes. I’m changing into my pajamas, ordering room service and hiding right here,” Brooke said and laughed.

Mia stood and followed Brooke out of the playroom. “No, you’re not. You’re in the most exciting city in the world and I won’t allow you to hide in your room all night. Have dinner with Asher and me.”

“I couldn’t intrude.” Brooke shook her head.

Mia walked to the door and turned her head as she grabbed the doorknob. “I insist. Meet us in the lobby at seven.”

“Okay, as long as I don’t get flogged for not finishing my dinner.” Brooke giggled and noted the similarities between Mia and Pam. They both refused to take no for an answer.

Mia winked and swept out of the room, quietly closed the door behind her.

Chapter Five

After a long bath, a personal debate over her little black dress versus a pair of slacks and a sweater and a quick trip to the boutique on the corner, Brooke walked tentatively through the lobby in a new pair of platform stilettos and a neckline she didn’t recall plunged quite so low. Her heart raced as she scanned the busy lounge and caught a number of eyes on her. She covered her exposed cleavage with her purse and shifted from foot to foot backing slowly into a dark corner. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in and she was close to hightailing it back to her room where she would call in an emergency New York cheesecake order with extra whipped cream to be delivered to her room.

“Good evening, Dr. Allaire.”

A deep voice with a hint of southern charm rocked through her body. She turned to the source and gulped for air when she spied the tousled light brown hair she suddenly wanted to comb with her fingers.

Clearing her throat, she straightened her back and looked him squarely in the eye. “Good evening, it’s Ty, right?” she asked and looked toward the elevator. “I’m meeting someone for dinner.”

Brooke’s eyes flicked back to Ty’s face and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. He seemed to be studying her every move. Lacing her fingers with his, he lifted her palm to his lips and kissed her hand lightly.

“Asher and Mia met an unexpected delay so I’m your escort for the evening.”

Brooke opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. Her gaze danced over his body, allowing her eyes to linger a little too long on his chest and shoulders.

“Are you…you know?”

“A member here?”

Brooke nodded.

“Yes.”

“Oh geez. You mean Mi
a
hire
d
you to take me out tonight? I can’t believe this. No. I’m going back to my room,” Brooke stammered and tried to shake the grip he had on her hand.

“Wait. Wait, Brooke. You have it wrong. Mia didn’t hire me. For one, I’m not ‘for hire’ like some clown at a kid’s party. Asher’s a friend of mine, and he asked me to dinner tonight. It was supposed to be the four of us. Asher and Mia got delayed on a conference call regarding the new Las Vegas SRE location. He asked if I wouldn’t mind taking you to dinner.”

“That’s nice of you but I don’t just go anywhere with strange men. Besides, you’re wasting your time, I’m not lik
e
yo
u
, I’m not lik
e
the
m
,” Brooke said and waved her hand toward the lounge.

Ty casually crossed his arms and Brooke couldn’t help but to stare at the definition of his biceps through the jacket.

“You mean you’re not some regular person who likes to have fun once in a while,” he teased.

“You know what I mean. I’m not into this kinky stuff. This is all a mistake.”

“Look, I’m kidding around. Asher explained your predicament. He said you’re off limits. Really,
I
jus
t
want to take you to dinner.”

“Why, wouldn’t you rather stay here and find someone to do whatever it is you do.”

“You know what? For a doctor you are really clueless. What do you think? We’re only here to have sex all day?”