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Alex suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, then pissed. Now, that was interesting.
A club? Which club? A nightclub? A sex club?
“Yeah, I’ll be there this coming weekend.”
Bridget’s smile couldn’t be more immaculate what with her annoyingly perfect straight white teeth. “Looking forward to it,” she said, then winked at him.
Okay, this was some seriously forward behavior which I didn’t expect by someone toward his or her boss. I also wouldn’t have pegged Alex as liking to be propositioned this openly.
Maybe I thought he was more dominant than he really was.
“Bridget.”
Or not.
His growly tone of voice held a clear warning, and Bridget immediately cast her gaze down. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed for a split second before they shot to me, and I?
I kept my cool outwardly, while inwardly, I ping-ponged between amazed, intrigued, and a clear case of “That’s what I thought.”
Apparently, the club Bridget was talking about was indeed a sex club. And apparently, my assessment of Alex being a dom was spot-on, too.
Master.
Holy shit. A shiver ran down my spine.
A sexed-up shiver, not a creeped-out shiver.
It had been some time since I’d gone to a club—had been some time since I’d participated in a scene. Maybe too long, though after the kidnapping, I’d lost the courage and the desire.
Nothing was like before when I’d had my fair share of sexual experiences in all kinds of very exclusive BDSM clubs.
The former sub in me had recognized Alex’s dominant nature. The only problem—I had ever only been a sexually submissive, and only in the safe environment of a club. And I wasn’t at all submissive in my everyday life—no matter how much my family’s culture wanted me to be.
And Alex?
He was a dominant asshole all the time. And I had made it a rule not to submit to assholes.
Ever.
Bridget flurried away, and Alex studied me. “You’re not surprised.”
“Why would I be? Whatever floats your boat is none of my business.”
He seemed to contemplate my statement.
And lucky for me, Bridget express-delivered our order. I looked at the table full of dishes, the savory scents making my stomach growl again.
“Why did you have to go so over the top? I’d rather eat alone, anyway.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You better stop lying to me.” He hesitated for a moment. “And you better start eating, or I will put you on my lap and feed you.”
Holy mother of god.
The way he said it, the dominant tone, the danger brewing in his eyes, it all made my stomach tighten and my breath hitch.
Maybe I liked a little dominance outside of the bedroom, as well.
