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“So?”
“Apparently Lexie has a date.”
Adam was about to ask “so?” again before a number of factors suddenly collided in his mind with several observations he’d made over the past few months. His mouth opened, closed and then a little smile curved his lips as well. “Interesting.”
“I certainly thought so.”
“Do you think anything’s going on there?”
“No, Patrick promised Jake he’d take care of Lexie. And so he will.” Olivia’s lips quirked. “Even if it kills him. And I don’t think he’d be open to alternate interpretations of ‘take care of’ even if part of him wants to be.”
“Should be interesting to watch.”
“Nearly as interesting as watching you pine away over a Domme?”
Adam groaned and then glared. He’d almost managed to forget about Mistress Angela for a few minutes. “I’m not pining away.”
“You’re not acting like yourself either. What happened to being more open-minded about the submissives in the club? You know Patrick’s trying to play match-maker, putting you, Andrew, and me in charge of the majority of the Introduction Scenes, but you barely glanced at the sub you had tonight. What was wrong with her?”
“Andrew’s never going to go for a newbie.” Not after what happened when he tried to introduce his now ex-girlfriend to the scene. The scars from it were still affecting him today.
“You know it, I know it, even Patrick knows it, but I think he’s hoping that pushing Andrew will at least force him to confront his issues. Now stop avoiding the question.”
“We didn’t have any connection. Chemistry. Whatever you want to call it.” Stephanie had been perfectly nice, but he hadn’t felt any interest. He glowered at Olivia, not particularly enjoying having his own issues questioned. He knew very well his friends considered him too picky, but he was actively looking now. Really.
“Sometimes you have to let that grow.”
And sometimes it was instant. The way it had been with Mistress Angela.
Dammit. Maybe he should go see her show this weekend. See if the chemistry was still there or if he had imagined it. Maybe he was building it up to something bigger than it was in his head.
“Ouch!” He glared at Olivia as he rubbed his side where she’d poked him. Hard.
“What were you thinking about?” she demanded.
“My plans for the weekend,” he snapped back.
Olivia rolled her eyes. The sparkling blue was slowly fading to a more neutral grey. “Please tell me you are not going back to Chained.”
“No,” he said. They sat in silence for a moment because she knew him well enough to know there was more he wasn’t saying. Adam sighed. Out of all of his friends he was most comfortable talking about women with Olivia. Not just because she was one, but because if he asked her not to tell anyone about their conversation she wouldn’t.
“Angela told me about a play she’s in at a community theater. It opens this weekend.”
“You’re going to drive to Virginia to see community theater?”
“Nope. The theater is about twenty minutes away from where I live.”
“Hmmm.” Olivia put her empty glass down on the bar and shook her head when Lisa came by and asked if she wanted another one. Adam continued to nurse his drink. “Why do you want to see her again so badly? I’m not going to condone you pushing a possible Domme into trying out being a submissive because she’s new to the scene and you’re a lot more overpowering than you realize.”
If Olivia had been anyone else, Adam would never admit his conflicted feelings. But when Olivia wasn’t being a pain in the ass and mocking him, she was one of the most comforting and emotionally astute people he knew. “I want to know if the chemistry I felt with her is real. I want to know why I’m attracted to a Domme. I want to know if she is a Domme or if she’s attracted to the scene and isn’t aware of her true inclinations.”
“And you’re hoping she’s wrong about her inclinations and is submissive,” Olivia said drily. He didn’t respond, knowing she was going to be a little pissy about that aspect of it. While she knew none of their group of friends were the type who thought women should automatically be submissive, men like that did exist and Olivia’d had to deal with a few jackasses in the past. It made her rather touchy on the subject. He let her think things over until she was ready to say something. “Tell you what. Don’t go this weekend. Come here, talk to some of the subs. If, next week, you are still hung up on Mistress Angela, then I will go see her play with you.”
“And you won’t tell any of the guys?” He knew he sounded insecure and needy asking, but he had to confirm.
“I won’t tell any of the guys.”
“Thank you.”
