Page 38 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

“I wanted to tell you that my Dom told me Grant would be at the club tonight.”

Oh, God. Her stomach dropped. “Oh.” He was already out and about. The pain made her nauseous. “Okay. Thank you for telling me.”

“Whoa, wait, sister. Macy said he was coming out to talk to the men and ask their advice.”

“Advice for what?” Sara asked.

“How to deal with the situation with you. Macy said he’s afraid he lost you.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I think you should come to the club. You can go into one of the private rooms and talk and hopefully make up,” Cat said.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Ask yourself something. Are you willing to never see him again?”

God, just the thought devastated her. “No. I want him.”

“Then don’t be a pussy and come here and get him.”

Sara snorted. “I’ll be there.”

Cat laughed. “Good. See you soon.”

Sara paused for a moment and decided it was the right move because just the thought of being with him made her feel like the weight of despair lifted, making her almost giddy.

She hurriedly showered and dressed in one of the outfits she knew he liked and headed out.

The butterflies in her stomach doubled as she pulled into the parking lot and got out. The girl behind the desk greeted her and gave her one of the small lockers for her purse and keys.

The exotic music made her blood start to flow through her veins rapidly, and her body softened in desire.

She looked around and saw Cat waving at her from a few feet away. She walked to her and hugged her.

“He’s at the bar. He looks like someone kicked his puppy,” Cat said.

“I’ll go talk to him. Thank you.”

“That’s what friends do.”

Sara politely maneuvered around some people. She froze in place when she saw Grant’s back. What bothered her was the woman hanging off him. She waited for a minute to see what he would do, and when he didn’t push the woman off, her hopes fora future with him faded.

What did she expect? Grant was a great-looking man and sexy as hell. It wouldn’t take much for him to pick up any woman he wanted.

She glanced around for the best escape route when she heard her name. She looked toward the bar to see Macy pointing at her over Grant’s shoulder. When Grant turned, his face looked hard.

She didn’t want to wait around for anything, so she turned and fled. She was feet from the main door when what felt like an iron band wrapped around her waist. From the scent that surrounded her, she knew it was Grant.

“Let me go. I need to go home.”

“Really,” he growled against her ear.

“I don’t want to bother you. I saw you have company…”

“Enough, Little Sub.” He lifted her in his arms and started walking deeper into the club until they came to one of the private rooms. He set her on her feet, turned, and locked the door.

The click of the lock made a shiver of awareness build in her.

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