Page 75 of To Catch a Sub

Colette crouched, putting bottles into the under-counter fridge at the bar.

“Behind,” Toy said as he carried a large blue container of ice and dumped it into the ice well.

Colette waited for him to pass before standing.

“Uh oh, here come the Doms,” Kitten said in a sing-song voice.

Colette picked up a cleaning cloth, planning to wipe down the bar as a way to avoid looking.

Landon would notice. He’d realize she wasn’t looking at them and draw conclusions, many of which were probably right. Avoiding eye contact and trying to make herself inconspicuous weren’t her normal behavior.

Forcing her lips to curve into a smile, she looked up.

Rolf, Andrei, and Landon walked—no, sauntered—across the club towards the bar.

The wall of dominant man-flesh made Colette weak at the knees, and their slow, prowling strides just begged for music.

Rolf’s cold expression melted as he eyed his subs. Andrei too eyed Kitten, Baby, and Toy.

But Landon…

Landon was looking at her.

Rolf held himself erect, half a head taller than the other men, who weren’t short by any means. The drawn-back set of his shoulders relaxed a little with each step.

Andrei’s gait was deceptively casual, his arms loose at his sides, but one look at his eyes and you knew that there was danger there, in the relaxed gait.

Landon…

Landon stalked, his head lowered slightly, gaze latched on her. He was like a predator focused on prey.

Colette raised her chin, holding the smile though it felt weak and wavering.

The Doms stopped at the bar, Andrei easing one butt cheek up onto a stool. Rolf held out an arm and Kitten slipped into his embrace.

No one said anything.

Colette had that itchy feeling that said someone was watching her. Except she was fairly certain it wasn’t just one person. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen between her and Landon.

Had Landon said something to Rolf and Andrei about the collar? Maybe she’d broken a club rule by putting on a collar on her own, and they’d discussed the punishment.

The moment stretched unbearably, and though she prided herself on not jumping to fill silences, this time Colette had to bite the side of her tongue to keep herself quiet.

Landon raised his hand and curled his finger at her.

Colette heard Baby’s sharp inhale, and from the corner of her eye saw Toy lean on the bar, his attention ping-ponging from Landon to her.

Colette’s mouth was dry, her thigh muscles trembling. And her pussy…her pussy was already wet. Tonight she’d double-layered some panties, given that she was wearing neon yellow. A color that would definitely show a wet patch. Given the high cut on the back of the underwear, she’d had to go for a thong under the uniform panties.

Since her underwear wasn’t going to give her away, she wasn’t going to let her expression do so either.

Colette raised one brow, then with a small shrug came out from behind the bar. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she heard the bump-tiss sound of a base drum and a high hat playing in her head. A soundtrack for the sensual walk.

Andrei made an appreciative sound, but Colette didn’t turn to look. Landon was all that mattered.

His eyes were liquid dark, watching her not in a predatory way…but a possessive one.

Merde. She liked that. Liked it too much.