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“Sanna, what’s wrong? Tell me…”
“I don’t know!” She threw up her hands and released a nervous chuckle before wiping her eyes. “I think I’ve got a wicked case of PMS going on.”
“Ahh, okay. That I understand.”
I sat up and leaned over, wrapping her in a tight hug. Boy was that the wrong thing to do. She didn’t find comfort in my soothing actions, she simply broke down in a fit of gut-wrenching sobs.
Dylan and Nick stepped onto the porch wearing identical expressions of concern.
“Kitten?” Dylan softy whispered, as he knelt next to her chair.
“Hormones,” I whispered to him with a knowing wink.
“Aww, princess,” Nick purred as he bent in close, easing Savannah from my arms.
“I’m sorry for being such a hot mess, Masters,” she sniffed.
A mischievous smile curled over Nick’s lips. “We like it when you’re a hot mess. We like it even more when we’re the ones making you that way. Look at me.”
Savannah raised her head and gazed up at him. The love that reflected in her red-rimmed eyes was blinding, and my heart nearly burst with happiness for her.
“We love you, precious. Raging hormones and all.” Nick smiled as he brushed away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “We want you to be happy, and if you’re not, tell us and we’ll fix it.”
“I am happy, Master. I love you both so much,” Savannah sighed as she flashed a look over her shoulder toward Dylan and me. “You make me feel like a princess.”
“You are our princess, and we love you. So, put a smile on, kitten,” Dylan urged, dancing his fingers up and down her arm. “Your sister’s finally here. It’s time for happiness instead of tears.”
Savannah gave a resolute nod and forced a watery grin.
“Good girl,” Nick praised before kissing her softly.
Good girl. A shiver slithered up my spine at his Dominant words. Being surrounded in an atmosphere of BDSM always played havoc with my head, and shoving my submissive longings down wasn’t going to be a picnic. I’d find a way to cope. A few weeks of having the lifestyle slapping me in the face wouldn’t kill me. Besides, spending time with my baby sister would be well worth it.
When Savannah finally regained her composure, Dylan and Nick grabbed a couple of beers and joined us on the deck. We sat and talked, laughed and teased. Dylan was as smart-assed as ever with his quick comebacks and taunting jabs, while Nick, the quieter one, enjoyed baiting his friend simply to rile him up. Both made it blatantly obvious they loved Savannah with every cell in their bodies. The maternal concern I’d harbored in regard to her relationship with the two men had been put to rest on my first visit. It was reassuring to see the three were still blissfully happy.
As the sun ebbed below the horizon, we drove to a quaint Italian restaurant called Maurizio’s for dinner. I was surprised to see several familiar members from Club Genesis dining there as well. Shoving down the niggling urges within, I painted on a self-assured smile, inwardly drawing my armor tightly around me as Savannah re-introduced me to their friends.
Glancing toward the bar, I spied a hunk of a man—built like a lumberjack—smiling as he swaggered toward us. He zeroed in on me like a hawk circling a field mouse before extending his hand to me. Placing my fingers in his broad palm, an electric sizzle raced up my arm.
“Hello there, gorgeous. I’m Scotty. What’s your name?”
“Mellie Carson,” I replied, flashing him a daring smile. Never one to walk away from a challenge, I met his carnal stare with one of my own.
“Really?” he replied with a confident, wolfish grin.
Before I could counter with a sultry comeback, Nick whisked me toward the other side of the restaurant to a table where a smiling couple sat eating.
Nick introduced Tony and Leagh, the pending bride and groom who were to marry in a few short days. The man looked vaguely familiar as my mind flashed back to him sporting a tight black security T-shirt at the club. I recognized Leagh immediately. The first time I’d met her, she’d gone by the name Dahlia and had been with a much older Master named George. When Savannah phoned to tell me George had died, I remembered how heartbroken I’d been for poor Leagh. But watching her with her new Dom, I realized that not only had her heart healed, but she’d gone through a huge transformation. No longer sassy and brash, she projected a self-assured poise and serenity about her, all but glowing beneath Tony’s tangible adoration.
A flicker of hope whizzed through me. Leagh had been given a second chance at happiness and submission. Could I, too, be that lucky?
Get real. Pining over power games won’t make you happy. No, everything I needed I provided for myself. Not many women had the opportunity to make an obscene amount of money doing what they loved. Cultivating my own happiness was empowering, and I didn’t need a man to do it. So what if I left dozens of short-term relationships in my wake? I lived my life without doling out promises, being tied to a collar, wedding ring, or marriage license. I took pride in the fact I’d orchestrated my life exactly how I wanted it to be, without apology. I had to stop wasting time allowing myself to fall victim to longings I couldn’t afford to let resurface.
Your life is perfect, dammit!
We sat and ordered dinner. All through the meal, I caught Scotty checking me out, sizing me up, and luridly undressing me with his eyes. He didn’t seem to give off a Dominant or submissive vibe, which was a relief. No, the man appeared to be a regular old vanilla guy and the exact distraction I needed to clear my head of BDSM thoughts.
Encouraged by his attention, I flashed him several suggestive smiles, even going so far as to run my tongue up and down the tines of my fork when no one else was watching. Scotty let out a long, tortured groan, shook his head, and turned away. I had to bite back a laugh. Toying with the poor, horny man was delightfully entertaining.
