Ten Hours: Chapter 2
Max considers drastic action to save himself and friends from a public battle over his proposed swinger’s spa and BDSM resort
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Max Stryker gripped the barbell, set it on his shoulders, and dipped low catching his image in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Several reps didn’t just refine his already muscular arms but he needed an outlet for the message he got. A dire warning. The reps soothed some of his jangled nerves.
Several people were working out in the fitness club and he had embarked on an idea to provide a holistic gathering place — a playground of sexual fantasy, personal growth, and community in a growing region like Maple Grove and its outlying areas. He wanted a place of acceptance and thrills and thought he had escaped the stress of working in politics. A voice broke through his thoughts.
“You called, Max?” Asher Scoht, Kendra’s husband, sported his knit pullover and tight slacks with his laptop bag by his side.
“Yeah. Got something I want to show you.” Max motioned past the men and women cycling, pumping iron, and stretching and led him behind the fitness club’s desk, up a flight of stairs and into his office that gave him a view of the gym floor. The desk was neat and well-organized with a couple of documents lying on top.
Max motioned for Asher to sit and gave him a copy and he skimmed the contents before raising his eyebrows.
“Wow, you really hit a nerve.” Asher looked the papers over again and laid them down.
“I thought this was going to be a nice project. Fantasy with personal growth. A place for consenting adults to play and have a community.” Max had always viewed sex as a type of artistic performance, a sensual drama played out and impacting emotions. “I told Darla everything has to be on hold.”
“About the company this came from. Who’s the Xylo Corporation?”
“Some shell company out of Chicago.”
“They’re threatening a civil suit?” Asher touched his chin.
