Bookclub Starts at Ten

When you say "book club," one would normally think of books- of course -coffee and tea; sometimes even classical music softly playing from a well-kept jukebox in the corner, which Mrs. Linda doesn't wanna get rid of due to the sentimental value that has aged with it. That's a proper book club, yeah? Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, this isn't it.

This one... well, hold my hand while I tell you this- it's a rabbit hole. A book club where candles aren't used for setting the mood, nor are words used to merely discuss the contents of a novel. Elijah's book club is a madhouse, more sinful than all nights in Vegas combined, certainly not as angelic as his name. Story recommendations are handed out with a pair of gloves, and book reviews are given with a set of cuffs to every willing pair of the night.

They say that billionaires tend to have healthy reading habits, right? Then why didn't anybody inform me that these so-called tycoons write financial books yet drown themselves in leather-bound smut, reenacting the scenes like rabid dogs losing control of their minds?

To top it all off, I already signed the contract without reading every clause, thinking that being an assistant organizer was something a normal college girl could handle. I guess... good luck to me? I should get ready- after all, book club starts at ten.