Free The Architect by C.A. Bell

Just go and have some fun, even if all you do is dance the night away.”
    â€œWhat about the membership? Why do they need to know so much about you?” I ask before it slips my mind.
    â€œI’m not sure why they need all that stuff. It’s probably another security measure, but I’ve never had mail or phone calls from them, so I wouldn’t worry about being bombarded with offers and stuff.”
    I pull another face and let her go for her fix of nicotine while I make myself a coffee to take back to the desk.
    She comes back to take her seat, stinking of stale smoke, and swivels to face me. “So, are you going?”
    I shrug as I place my mug down. “I’m not sure.”
    â€œIs it the idea of the club itself, or are you worried about giving your personal information out?”
    â€œIt’s a bit of both, really. I definitely don’t like the idea of giving my address and stuff out and-”
    â€œThen make one up.”
    That’s not a bad idea, I never thought of that . I nod at her suggestion and turn back to my computer.
    Liz says no more on the subject, and I don’t hear a peep from Heath until he and Liz simultaneously ask me if I’m going to go/come to the club. I tell Liz I’m still not a hundred per cent sure, and I text Heath back.
    Can I be honest with you? X
    You know you can. H x
    I’m quite nervous about this whole thing. What is it exactly you want to do? X
    Liz pipes up. “Are you texting him now?”
    â€œYes.”
    She wiggles her eyebrows. “And are you accepting his offer?”
    â€œI think I will. I just want clarification that he doesn’t want to get into a swingathon,” I joke.
    My phone buzzes on my lap.
    I’m nervous too, but I thought you would like it since you suggested a kinky night ;) And I thought we could just go as voyeurs and see what it’s all about. H x
    I smile at the thought of him being nervous.
    Oh good, I was just a tad worried you might want to get involved, but being a peeping tom sounds good to me. X
    â€œRuth?” It’s one of the doctors. What does he want? They never call me down the corridor. Oh crap, what if he’s seen me on my mobile? Rummaging in the desk drawer, I hide my phone under some paperwork and go to get my arse chewed.
    Turns out he just wants me to help him with one of the system updates for his computer, thank God.
    Back in my chair, I reach for my phone. Four new messages, all from Heath.
    So that’s an acceptance? H x
    I can’t wait to see you again, you know. H x
    I’ll meet you inside around 9pm then? H x
    And I’ll be the guy in the black suit with a wide grin ;) H x
    Dropping my phone into my bag, as paranoia about getting caught sets in, I assume he has taken my last text as a yes, and wait to answer when I have finished the daily grind.
    The day drags, but finally home time arrives. I hurriedly make my way to my little KA to respond to Heath.
    I can’t wait to see you either. See you at 9 on Friday then. X
    ***
    After dinner I rifle through my closet for something to wear for my date. I don’t want to wear something too racy, but at the same time I don’t want to be too conservative. Pulling out a little black number, which by rights should be covered in cobwebs because I haven’t worn it in years, I try it on and it still fits nicely. It comes just above the knee, and is tight fitting, allowing my curves to softly make the hourglass figure.
    After slipping out of my ancient man catcher, I take a shower and then jump into bed. Laying here stretched out on my double divan, I stare into the darkness, thinking about Friday night. My belly knots at the thought of walking in alone, and giving the club all my personal information.
    Thinking back to what Liz said, and after a long debate with myself, I decide to give the club my real name, but not my real address. It won’t be a complete lie; I’m just going to