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“I’m sorry that this date didn’t turn out like you wanted.”
Lazlo took my hand and helped me out of the booth. Dax followed close behind. It wasn’t their fault that Rae’s boyfriends were obnoxious and domineering.
“I thought it was fun.” Dax offered, “I like them all. We should do it again sometime. But maybe next time we can do a date with just the three of us? You could come to our house, and we’ll cook for you.”
They lived together. How did I miss that? Where had my head been if I didn’t even know such a basic piece of information from my pets?
“Dax was in a loft on Printer’s Row.” Lazlo offered, spinning his keys around his finger while we all waited for the valet. “With the hot real estate market, his landlord stopped renting and sold off all the units.”
“With less than three-month’s notice for dissolution of our rental agreements.” Dax added, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head.
“I own a townhouse over in Old Town, so I told him he could move in with me.” Lazlo shrugged with a sheepish smile.
“It’s a beautiful place, Margaux. You should come over sometime and see it. We’d really love to host you.” Dax continued.
It felt strange to have them call me by name. Not in a bad way, mind you. Just unfamiliar. When we scened, they always called me Mistress.
“Perhaps.” I needed to unpack all of this new information. “I’ll see you two on Wednesday.”
Dax held my face in his hands and kissed me long and slow. Like a lover would. As if we truly were a triad on a date.
“We could truly be so much more if you loosened the reins just a little.” Dax mumbled against my lips before turning to get into the car.
“For what it’s worth,” Lazlo brushed a piece of hair from my face. It was such an intimate gesture I had to fight leaning into that gentle contact. “Seeing you interacting as a person, and not a Domme, is something I’ll probably keep in my memories for a long time. You are so beautiful when you’re happy and smiling.”
He climbed into the driver’s seat of the Maserati. We never discussed what we each did professionally. Whatever it was, he clearly did well for himself.
“Now that’s a car.”
A deep rumble of a voice poured like warm water over my jittery nerves. I turned and saw the man who had sat behind us in the restaurant. Dark hair, high cheekbones, broody, and looking fine as hell in a sports coat and jeans.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I huffed out a laugh I didn’t feel.
“Oh, is it new? The car I mean.” He asked, not moving from where he stood.
“I have no idea.”
“I just assumed that since you’ve all been together for what, about a year now? That you’d know the details of the men you play with.” He shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“Do I know you? I’m sorry if we’ve met before. You don’t look familiar,”
“Not technically, no.” He chuckled, taking out his wallet. “I’m Gideon Lange, but those who have this card call me Master G.”
He spun a black keycard with a platinum script between his forefinger and his thumb. It was the same card that presently sat in my wallet. He played at Club Sin.
“Mistress Margaux.” I told him, though it seemed he already knew who I was. “Though given I was the subject of some conversation atyourtable, I’d say the introduction is unnecessary.”
He had an easy laugh. The vibrations of the sound skittered across my body. How strange. I don’t think I’d ever felt that kind of sensation associated with someone chuckling. Especially at something I said.
“Guilty.” Except he didn’t look guilty. He looked downright pleased with himself for being caught. “My brother flew in to visit from Chicago. He’s annoyed I was so taken with this fetching woman in midnight blue.”
I felt his focus travel down my body. Like soft butterfly kisses against my skin, or a cooling breeze in the middle of the summer heat. I couldn’t remember a time when someone looked at me like that. Part of me wanted to rebuff his gaze. The Mistress in me tried to claw her way out and push back. To show him I didn’t pander to compliments. That he couldn’t bait me with pretty, empty words.
“The same woman I couldn’t stop staring at last Wednesday. You seem to have a thing for blue. Maybe because it brings out your eyes.”
I didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, the valet pulled my car up at that moment.
“I’m sure our paths will cross again.” I passively called over my shoulder.
