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I pointed down the stairs. “One of your bouncers said to see you if I wanted to obtain a membership to the club.”

“Really?” Garret’s eyes flashed with interest. “You want to join my BDSM club?”

“Yes,” I declared, feeling slightly disappointed because it was obvious from the start of the conversation and by Garret’s strong and confident demeanor that he was a Dom too.

“I can get you hooked up,” Garret said. Mischief swam in his eyes.

“Thanks.” I nodded, albeit more professionally and stiff than I wanted to come across to him.

“I always ask potential new clients if they’re willing to try out the club and get a feel for it before signing up,” Garret said. He raised his eyebrows and studied me. “Does that capture your interest?”

“Indeed, it does.” I swiftly nodded.

“We have various themed rooms,” Garret said. “I don’t suggest you enter any of them until you are an official member, but you can feel free to rendezvous with anyone you like on the dance floor below.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded.

“We have more than one play space, and some of our rooms provide furniture and equipment for whatever needs you wish to fulfill,” Garret declared with pride.

“Thanks for the information,” I said, tossing him a grateful smile.

I wished I could relax a little, but he was so attractive that he was becoming a distraction for me.

He extended his hand and shook mine. His handshake was firm, his touch warm, masculine, sturdy. I loved it and resented it all at once. I wished he was a little more on the submissive side, but I couldn’t change a strong personality. I knew that firsthand from my failed marriage.

My desire to join the club was now just as wrapped up in my desire to spend more time around Garret. I would use any excuse to come here every night just to see his gorgeous face.

Garret escorted me back downstairs, where I spent some time dancing with a few subs, but there was no deep-rooted connection between me and any of them.

Not only that, but I didn’t feel the urge to dominate any of them either. I didn’t want to commit to the rooms with any of the men on the dance floor, and it was beginning to frustrate me.

I was ready to call it quits and go home when Garret approached me from behind. His brooding presence was warm. His spicy cologne wafted through my nostrils, amplifying my arousal.

“Come with me,” he whispered in my ear.

Goose bumps of pleasure prickled on the surface of my skin.

“Where are we going?” I slowly turned around and gave him an expectant glance, trying to suppress a grin.

Would he allow me to tease him first before having my way with him? The odds were slim to none, but I had free agency over my own imagination.

Garret led me to a private room and closed the door. There was a desk with a laptop on it in the corner.

“So?” Garret’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

“So?” I asked and chuckled, trying to guess where this conversation might go. Was he going to ask me out?

“Are you interested in joining the club?” he asked.

Oh, right. I tried not to appear too crestfallen. The club would grant me access to him. I had to say yes.

“To be honest, I feel like I’ve left this side of myself unattended a little too long.” I tried not to sound too emotional as I verbalized my secret confession.

“You’re a Dom,” Garret said and smiled.

“That I am.” I nodded. “However, none of the subs here tonight appealed to me…” I trailed off and purposefully avoided eye contact with him. “Unfortunately.”

Garret pondered briefly. “Have you ever considered submitting?”

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