The late shift at The Gilded Quill , a dusty, labyrinthine bookstore in the heart of the city, was usually Sasha Grey’s sanctuary. The customers were few, the silence profound, and the scent of old paper was a drug. But tonight, the silence was broken by a scuffle.
“No,” she said. “But I’ll sell you a copy of The Pearl , Victorian erotica, for fifty. Or…” She glanced at her book club. “You can join us next Tuesday. We’re doing Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin. Discussion starts at nine. Bring wine.” sasha grey naughty bookworms
Sasha smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had read every trick in every story. The late shift at The Gilded Quill ,
“We cannot read Fifty Shades again,” Mira declared. “The prose is anemic.” “No,” she said
As the lock clicked behind him, Mira raised the leather-bound Venus in Furs . “To the naughty bookworms,” she toasted.
The group jumped. Sam, ever the diplomat, smiled sheepishly. “We’re… having a selection emergency.”