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He was okay with that.
Especially because going by the survey, she was interested in trying a lot of his favorite things. There was nothing more Adam liked than playing with a woman’s ass and Angie had indicated she was familiar with and enjoyed anal play and sex. From the survey she looked a lot more compatible to him than Stephanie, so he’d tried building up his anticipation on the drive over.
It almost worked. At least he wasn’t dreading the evening. When he stepped into the club Jared grinned at him in an encouraging way, which was good. Lexie was behind the desk, her expression rather grumpy. She looked at him in surprise as he approached.
“I thought Andrew was doing the Intro scene tonight.”
“He had to take Iris to the airport.”
Lexie scowled. “Nice of Patrick to let me know.”
“You two need to learn how to play nicely,” he teased.
“I will if he will,” she retorted. Adam grinned. He wasn’t one hundred percent proof positive Lexie had feelings for Patrick that went well beyond sisterly, and Patrick was fighting his own feelings when it came to her, but lately it seemed more and more likely.
Which was a hell of a lot of fun to watch.
Just then, Patrick stuck his head out the door. “Jared...” His eyes swept around the room and landed on Adam. “Oh hey, good you’re here. Never mind Jared.”
Adam walked around the desk, heading for Patrick.
“I’ve got a situation downstairs... Tom offered Ellie a club contract last week but she refused.”
“Of course she did. Ellie never signs club contracts.” In fact she was almost as well-known as Andrew around the club for her refusal to participate in anything even resembling any kind of relationship. Which was why they most often partnered each other to play, especially since Ellie was a masochist and Andrew was a sadist. They could satisfy themselves without making any move towards something more. Even Adam had had some short club contracts since Brooke, usually not lasting more than a month and he’d never been interested in taking them outside of the club or extending them. But he had them.
Club contracts were for people who wanted to play inside the club, exclusively with each other, for a certain amount of time. Some could last up to a year or more if the participants felt they had the right chemistry. The contracts clearly outlined what was expected of each party, but they only existed for inside the club. It was for those people who wanted stability in their play but weren’t interested in a relationship outside of the scene.
“Yeah but she’s been scening with him a lot lately, I think he got his hopes up.”
Adam snorted. To his knowledge, Andrew and Ellie were rather unique in that they never signed club contracts. They only scened.
“Anyway, she turned him down for a scene tonight and accepted an offer from Will, so now I’ve got to get downstairs because Tom’s throwing a hissy fit, Ellie is making it worse by ignoring him, and Will is pissed.”
“As he should be, if Tom’s interfering with a scene over a sub he has no claim to.”
“Yes, thank you for telling me what I already know.” Patrick gave him a look, but Adam shrugged. “Anyway, Angie’s in here, so you can chat with her before choosing a room for the scene. Interrogation, jail, and school are all open.”
“Okay, thanks.” Maybe school. He hadn’t been there in a while and that was always a good scene for an Introduction.
Patrick moved out of the doorway heading for the club and Adam entered the office, a room he was very familiar with. Angie, the submissive, was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, and she started to rise as he walked in.
With her brown hair piled on top of her head to show off her unadorned neck, she was a vision in white. The corset pushed up plump breasts, offering them up despite the thin, high-necked top she wore underneath in. In fact, her top only invited someone to rip it away and reveal the lush curves underneath. A short white skirt flirted around her thighs, white fishnets clinging to her long legs, and white high heels that would dig into a man’s back when she wrapped her legs around him.
She was innocence and sin, wrapped together with a sensuality that couldn’t be denied. She was a fallen angel.
Adam’s fists clenched as adrenaline and anger rushed through him in equal measure, a roaring sound filling his ears as he sucked in a deep, shocked breath.
“You.”
Tottering on those thin, high heels, Angel sank back down, her eyes incredibly wide as she stared up at him. Those pouty lips opened in shock, temptingly pink and inviting. All too easy to remember how he’d fantasized about sliding his cock between them on the very first night he’d met her.
“Oh my god...” Her voice was breathy and high, nothing like he’d ever heard her sound before. Not at Chained or in The Rivals. “What are you doing here?”
Slamming the door shut behind him, Adam stalked forward to tower over her. He could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, her hands grasping the arms of her chair and her fingers wrapping around them so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her pupils dilated as he moved closer. Shock, fear, and arousal all in equal measures. Usually the emotions he enjoyed eliciting in a sub, right now he was too overwhelmed by his own raging emotions.
Part of him was thrilled to see her. Another part was feeling completely blindsided. What was she playing at, coming to Stronghold as a submissive when she’d been so very clear in telling him at Chained that she was a Domme? And what about “pretty boy?”
“My name is Master Adam,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at her. “I’m supposed to be giving a submissive named Angie her introduction scene. What are you doing here, Mistress Angela?”
