“No!”
“Of course you did.”
“I really didn’t!”
“I’m so confused. Usually you’re so excited to admit when you use your body to get what you want. Isn’t there even a Single Girl Rule about that?”
“Rule #25: Don’t be ashamed to use sex to get what you want. If I’d used sex, I’d happily admit it. But I didn’t.”
“Then how?”
“It’s a secret. You’ve read the Society’s rules, right? They take their secrets very seriously.”
Gah!“Is that why they didn’t bother to give us the address for this mysterious Club Onyx? Because you already know where it is?”
“It’s probably on their app.”
“My app got deleted.”
“You sure about that?”
I was.I grabbed my phone and opened my list of apps.Tax Codeswas the last app on the list, which was the codename for the Society’s app.
“What the hell? I could have sworn that disappeared when Tanner left.”Yup. Chastity definitely slept with someone to make this happen.
“Well, it’s back now.”
I clicked the app and navigated to the RSVP page:
Club Onyx Orientation - Open Invitation
Caldwell Hotel
Floor 62
7thand W 52ndSt
New York, NY 10019
Below that were two options: accept or decline. But nothing else. No information about what Club Onyx was. Or what we were supposed to wear. Or what filthy things we could expect to happen there.
“I can’t believe it!” yelled Chastity.
“Believe what?”
“That it’s at the Caldwell Hotel. I freakingknewit was there.”
She was right - she had guessed it. It was where I’d gone on my first Society date. A bunch of the apartments were filled with hot dudes that I could have dated. And like an idiot, I’d chosen Tanner. Even after Frankie had warned me that his pipes were rusty and his walls were filled with asbestos. I should have listened to her.
And I should have listened to Chastity during our last drunken spy mission to find the Society’s HQ.
Chastity shook her head. “I knew that hot liftman was lying to us when he said that the top floors were all apartments. What an asshole!”
“Well what’d you expect him to do? It’s probably his job to make sure that non-Society members can’t get in.”
“You’re just defending him because you have a crush on him.”
“I do not.”Do I?“He’s not my type. He was too…rugged. I bet he had all sorts of tattoos under that uniform.”
