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Fuck.

“Why?” Isabel asks before looking at me.

“Maggie’s got a beau,” Mia replies, and my face drops, the blood draining all the way down to my feet as my skin goes cold. Next to me, Beau starts choking on his water.

“What? No!” I stammer, trying to look nearly everyone in the eyes as I defend my secret, but no one seems to be appalled. Instead, they’re all smiling.

“Is that true?” Charlie asks with eagerness, leaning her elbows on the table. “Maggie’s seeing someone?”

Mia nudges my shoulder. “Come on. Tell us about him.”

“Does he work at the club?” Emerson asks, and I meet his scrutinizing gaze.

“No,” I say, shaking my head.

“Does hegoto the club?” Charlie asks with a wicked smile.

I shake my head again. “You don’t know him. It’s…nothing, really. It was…a fling.” I’m stammering uncomfortably, feeling all of their eyes on me.

“Hey,” Beau announces, drawing the attention of the table. I stare wide-eyed, expecting him to say something I’m not ready for. To my surprise, he loudly asks, “How can you tell the difference between a nerd and someone into BDSM?”

Wait…what?

My brow furrows as I stare at him. In fact,everyoneis staring at him with the same look of confusion. The tension is growing uncomfortable as we collectively wait for him to explain what the hell he’s talking about.

Leaning one arm on the back of my chair, he looks up at the group with a proud smile as he says, “Ask them what a Dungeon Master is.”

A joke. He was telling a dirty joke…to take the attention off of me.

Garrett is the first to laugh. He claps hard as he howls in delight, the rest of the table following his lead. Everyone is cracking up and Beau looks pleased with himself as his left hand brushes my back casually before he pulls it back into his lap.

My heart is swelling as I bite my lip, wishing I could pull him into a kiss right now.

No one asks about my secret boyfriend again.

* * *

After dinner,I excuse myself to the bathroom. While I’m washing my hands, my phone buzzes on the counter with a text message.

Just a fling?

I smile, composing a response after drying my hands.

Dungeon Master?

Sophie told me that joke.

How is that cage feeling?

Uncomfortable as fuck. I’m ready to go home and take it off.

Okay. Leave before me. Go to the house and be naked by the time I get there.

Leave the cage on.

There’s a long silence before his response pops up.

Yes, ma’am.

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