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But just as I went to say something, the hostess reappeared.

Muscles too lax and mind too hazed to do anything, I stayed silent as she placed a tray on the table and opened the bottle of bourbon, and sparkling water.

Once she was gone, I looked at Trent. “You’re dangerous to a girl’s blood pressure, baby.”

“Am I?”

I nodded.

He just smiled.

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A few minutes later, my head was still spinning when I slid into the ladies' room, the restroom on the second level reserved for VIP members and their guests.

After using the facilities, I sank onto a velvet divan and closed my eyes.

“Good thing you’d already planned on not drinking,” I muttered to myself. I mean, hello, pregnant and everything, right? But if that hadn’t been the case and I’d had a drink, I might have a boneless mess incapable of independent thought and movement by now. I already felt drunk, but not the kind that came from booze.

“Trent’s better than any drink, isn’t he, honey?”

I jolted upright, the voice startling me.

A familiar looking pretty brunette in a snug leather bustier dress that pulled off sexy and classy stood a few feet away, smiling at me.

I blinked and looked around. “What?”

She came over and sat next to me without any invitation. She gave my bare knee a quick pat. “I’ve been drunk on him a time or two...dozen times. Maybe two thousand?” She winked. “I saw the two of you on the floor. Looked like he was rocking your world. I almost came over then and there, but decided I should be patient since I’ve had him all alone for so long. The threesome fun could wait.”

Her words bounced together in my head, not making much sense as I tried to figure out why she looked familiar.

But those last five words? They connected, and I stiffened. “Threesome fun?”

“Hmmm.” She crossed her knees, smoothing a hand down the leather of thigh-high boots that stopped two inches below the hem of her sexy-as-sin skirt. Twisting toward me, she planted a hand on the divan and gave me a long, thorough look. “You really are beautiful, Jazz. I’m glad he found such a suitable replacement.”

It hit me why she looked familiar.

She was the ‘girlfriend’ I’d met in the elevator of my building back in New York—or so she’d claimed. I’d never actually asked Trent about their relationship because when I saw him again, it had been the day I’d gotten the news from the OB about the likelihood that I’d have trouble conceiving. I couldn’t even think about that right now, either.

“I’m not following,” I said, keeping my voice calm through sheer will alone.

She pursed her lips and cocked her head, a look of puzzlement on her lovely face. “Oh. Hmmm...well, I guess he didn’t want to tell you. Trent and I were together for years. I was his...preferred sub, but I told him a couple months ago that I’d be moving on. He took it hard—really hard. Even moved to the other side of the country for a while. When I saw him earlier today, we talked, and...well, I am moving on, but he suggested one last adventure together...” She ran her eyes over me, and licked her lips. “And when I saw you two together...I’m so glad I agreed.”

“Just what did you agree to?” I demanded, shoving to my feet and pacing a few steps away before turning to face her.

Puzzlement faded away, and she sighed. “You don’t need to feel threatened by me, Jazz. I’m moving on in my life. Trent wants to keep dangling a possible relationship in front of me as a carrot, and I’m not playing his games anymore. If you want that, more power to you. But...well, we are friends, and I’ll always have feelings for him. And I’m never one to turn down a threesome.”

“I sure as hell am,” I said. “Just when did this discussion happen? Because Trent never ran it by me.”

Head cocked, she studied me. “If you’re not up to it, just tell him. He’s your Dom, but you’re allowed to say no if you’re not...comfortable with some things. Threesomes are definitely a more advanced level.”

The smile she gave me made me want to punch her.

“That’s not an answer to the question.” I returned her snide smile with one of mine. I hated these power games some people of my gender liked to play, and I wasn’t going to engage. “And since you’re clearly baiting me, I’ll just end this conversation here and now. Such a lovely chat.”

I was almost to the door when she said, “Don’t believe me? Ask Trent about the lap dance I gave him earlier today in the studio. For old times’ sake.”

Over my shoulder, I gave her a withering look. “For somebody who keeps saying you’re moving on, you sure are hooked on this threesome thing—and now a lap dance? You do know what moving on means, right?”

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