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“Okay but you can’t tell anyone.”
Leigh rolled her eyes. “You know I won’t.”
“I know, but I’m just saying. Like, seriously. This is kind of embarrassing.”
“You? Embarrassed about something?” Leigh raised one of her eyebrows, looking surprised. “This must be good.”
Angel stuck her tongue out at her friend. But it was true, she was rarely embarrassed about anything anymore. Too much time as a nerd and a klutz growing up that she’d become immune to the feeling. “Um... so do you know what BDSM is?”
“Yes...” It was obvious from the way Leigh dragged out the word and her tone of voice that she wasn’t sure where Angel was going with this. “We’ve talked about it before, remember? Stop stalling.”
“Well I went to a BDSM club last night.”
Leigh shot up like a rocket and bounced closer to Angel on the couch, her eyes alight with interest and curiosity. “No way! Wait... alone?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I was pretending to be a Domme so no one messed with me.”
“Domme?” Leigh knew what the word meant but she obviously wanted it explicitly spelled out since it was now a word pertaining to her best friend and she wanted to make sure she wasn’t misinterpreting.
“As in Dominatrix. Woman with a whip. That kind of thing.”
Leigh’s brow furrowed. “Wait, pretending to be? Why would you do that? Why didn’t you be yourself?”
“I didn’t want to put myself in a dangerous situation so I pretended for a night at this club that recently opened up down in Virginia. I wanted to see what a club was like before I put myself out there.”
“So you’re going to go back as a... as a submissive?” Leigh looked confused. Not her fault. The entire situation was confusing to Angel too.
If only she could go back as a submissive and see Master Adam again… but then she’d have to admit she’d lied about being a Domme. Telling Leigh was a little bit different, of course. They’d been friends for so long, and out of all of her friends Leigh was probably the only one who could keep it entirely a secret and who wouldn’t judge her. Plus, she knew some of the terminology thanks to the new BDSM book craze.
“No, not back there. There’s a club in DC I want to go to, called Stronghold, but I didn’t want to start out there because I was too scared to go into a fetish club for the first time as a submissive. I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t have anyone to go with, and there are too many bad things that can happen.”
“I can get that,” said Leigh, nodding her understanding. “Especially alone. Why didn’t you call me?”
“You can’t come,” said Angel immediately, looking at her friend aghast. “Michael would flip out! Not to mention it’s not something you’re interested in... Is it?”
Her friend hesitated and then shrugged. “I probably could be if Michael was. I like it when he ties my hands to the bed but we haven’t done anything other than that. It’s fun to read about. But you’re right, he wouldn’t want me there.” She sighed and then brightened again. “So tell me about the guy.”
“There was a whole group of guys,” Angel said, keeping her tone casual. She knew Leigh wouldn’t entirely buy it, she was the one person who almost always managed to see through any of Angel’s acts. “They were all very attractive. Very alpha-male. And very friendly. It almost made me wish I had gone there as a submissive.”
“But you can’t go back there as a submissive cuz then they’d know you were lying. That sucks.”
“Yeah,” Angel shrugged. “But there will be other Doms at Stronghold.” Would any of them have the surprising attraction for her that Adam did? She hoped so. Otherwise she was going to regret this plan. But she found herself not wanting to tell Leigh about her attraction to the one man in particular, because it wasn’t something which could ever lead somewhere. After all he must live somewhere down in Virginia to be at Chained rather than at Stronghold—and she’d lied to him. The former might not be a huge deal but the latter probably was.
“Good. Well I’m glad you’re getting out there and looking.”
Angel had to laugh. Leigh was always trying to hook her up with guys, not that Angel felt like she needed it. None of her relationships had worked out because she hadn’t been admitting what she truly needed. Now she was finally admitting to what she wanted and she was going to get it. Going to Chained had been the first step.
For the rest of the afternoon she and Leigh finished the fourth season of The Tudors and she told Leigh all about Chained. By the time she left, Leigh was in a much better mood and feeling much more optimistic about her relationship and life in general. Angel was feeling a lot better too. The impromptu girl time had been something they both needed.
Smiling to herself, she cleaned up the kitchen, left the bars out for the guys in case they came home while she was up in her bedroom, and went to study her lines.
Adam
Despite the chaos of his work week, a certain hazel-eyed Domme kept popping up in Adam’s thoughts. He owned a temp agency and had been extra busy thanks to hiring his friend Justin to handle the social media marketing. For the first few days Adam pushed the image of Angela aside—was Angela her real name or was she one of the ones who had assumed a name for the club?—and found projects to distract himself with. Then, on Wednesday, he found himself looking up the play, The Rivals, online. Just out of curiosity. His excuse being that he enjoyed theater and it wasn’t a show he was familiar with. The description of the character of Lydia made him grin. He could see Angela playing a part like that; bouncy, seductive, a little manipulative in a comedic and enticing way, and overly dramatic, the queen of all she surveyed. Telling himself he’d been curious about the play, he turned his mind back to work.
During his lunch break on Thursday he searched the internet to see what community theaters in the area were doing a production of The Rivals. There weren’t any in Virginia, but there was one in Maryland. Not too far away from him, by a group called The County Players. The theater they performed at was only about a twenty-minute drive from his house and the show opened in two weeks. Interesting. So what was Angela doing performing in a community theater show an hour and twenty minutes away from Chained? Did people travel that far to do community theater? Or maybe she was traveling in order to be in this particular show?
Frowning he grabbed his cell phone and pulled up Rick on his contact list.
