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Previously
TERRENCE
Terrence Knight couldn’t keep his eyes off the strawberry blonde in the corner. He couldn’t quite decide how old she was though. At times she looked to be about eighteen, but she moved seductively and sensually in a way that made her appear older. Besides, it was a private BDSM club. He knew the owner, and the owner would not allow anybody under the age of twenty-one into his club.
“Can I get you something?” the bartender asked.
“How about the name of the strawberry blonde down there?” Terrence asked.
The bartender looked him up and down but didn’t seem to recognize him. As one of the most sought-after actors in Hollywood, Terrence had gone through great pains to disguise his appearance tonight. His agent had told him he didn’t care if he went to a BDSM club as long as he wasn’t recognized. Terrence’s insistence that confidentiality reigned supreme had fallen on deaf ears.
Which was why he was sitting at a bar at a BDSM club wearing a wig and two days’ worth of scruff along his jaw. He doubted anyone would look twice at him, and he didn’t think they would recognize him if they did. Probably they wouldthink he looked vaguely like somebody but would be unable to pinpoint exactly who.
“You look awfully familiar,” the bartender said.
Terrence flashed him a grin. “I get that a lot. Must have one of those faces, you know?”
The bartender made some sort of noncommittal grunting noise in his throat. “Yeah.”
Terrence waited. Had the bartender forgotten that he had asked about the girl?
The man behind the bar picked up a wet rag and began to clean the wooden countertop. “Not sure who she is.” He wasn’t looking at Terrence as he spoke but rather focused his entire attention on the wooden bar he was cleaning. “This is only her second time coming here.”
“She looks awfully young.” Terrence glanced at her again. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her look up and meet his gaze. Her eyes were the palest blue color and looked stunning in combination with her hair.
“You know the owner’s very strict about who gets in.”
“Yes, I know that.” Terrence hadn’t meant to insult anybody by his statement. “If she’s in here, then she’s at least twenty-one.”
The bartender nodded but didn’t look up.
“You know what she’s drinking?” Terrence asked.
“Tonic water. With lime.”
Terrence kept a smile to himself. The fact that she wasn’t drinking alcohol might mean that she was looking to play. He had a very strict rule: he would never play with anybody who had been drinking. In his opinion, even one drink was one drink too many.
“Is she here with anybody?” he asked the bartender.
The bartender tilted his head and glanced over his shoulder quickly. Terrence couldn’t shake the feeling that the man knew more than he was letting on.
“No,” he said. “She comes alone. Both times she’s been here. Last time she didn’t play with anybody.”
Terrence wasn’t sure if he was passing along a warning or just handing out helpful information. He nodded. He wasn’t sure he wanted to play tonight anyway.
Well, he wanted to play, but he hadn’t decided yet if he was going to do anything with that desire.
Tonight, he told himself, it would be enough to talk to her. That was all. Though he really didn’t believe it.
Terrence left a tip on the bar and saluted the man still cleaning the bar top. With his gaze firmly on the strawberry blonde woman in the corner, he slowly made his way to her. She was talking to a group of three women he recognized as submissives from his previous visits, but she looked up as he drew closer.
The conversation stopped completely when he stood before her.
“Hey,” one of the submissives said. “Has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like Terrence Knight?”
He kept his eyes on the strawberry blonde as he answered. “Once or twice.”
Up close, she was even more gorgeous. She dropped her gaze to the floor.
