Page 37 of Under His Command

She rolled her eyes. “I’m thirty, and my birthday is next month.”

His brows rose. “You look much younger.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. And men who want to dress me up in little-girl clothes.” She shrugged. “Not that I’m judging, but that’s not my kink. A plaid skirt and knee socks are about as far into age-play as I go.”

“You made a very sexy schoolgirl.”

She drew in a quick breath, stunned by his words. Did he mean the redhead who was playing a fantasy role or the dull blonde underneath the disguise who was the real Cassie?

“You’re surprised. I enjoyed our dances and thought you did, too.”

“You danced with someone else.” She dropped her eyes. “I could tell you were disappointed when you found out there was a geeky computer nerd under the wig and short skirt.”

Arms folded over his broad chest once more, he announced with stinging sarcasm, “So you’re a mind reader as well as a computer whiz. Good to know.”

“Flynn, I—”

“I believe I told you to call me sir, Cassie.”

“Why are you doing this?”

He bent suddenly, his hands moving to the arms of her chair. This brought his eyes level with her own, and his handsome face close. She could hardly breathe, and it got worse when he said, “Because I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. I didn’t know a sub, out of the lifestyle for some time and in search of a way back in, lay beneath the girl-genius surface. I also thought you were in your early twenties, which made me feel like a pervy old man.”

“But you’re what? Thirty-six? So little a difference is hardly perverted.”

“No, except I’ll be thirty-nine soon, and what I thought was a fifteen-year gap is pushing it for me.”

“You never asked,” she whispered.

“True, and that’s on me.”

“I might look like a teenager, but I’m an adult.”

His finger beneath her chin forced her eyes to meet his. “If that’s true, maybe it’s time you started acting like one.”

She blinked back tears. Though he was right, it didn’t make the cold, hard truth hurt any less.

“You went to LA to find a dom. You know the club has a reputation?”

“My friends told me.”

“Then you know it’s edgier than most, and since it’s private, nudity and sex are the norm, not the exception. Many of the members enjoy ménage or practice polyamory. Some things that go on in the dungeon would curl your hair.” His eyes rose to the blonde locks she had straightened and worn down today, before coming back to hers.

“I’m not so innocent,” she replied. A stray thought occurred to her. “Colt and Jules, do they, uh...”

“That is for them to share, isn’t it?”

“Of course. I don’t know why I asked. It doesn’t matter anyway.” She looked at him, wondering if threesomes were something he was into. He would be in great demand if it were so. Then her mind whirled with conjecture about all the other things he might like to do.

“Do you?” she blurted out.

One brow quirked upward. “We’re going there now?”

“Well, I, uh...” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Heaven forbid she should have to detail her own past. “No,” she admitted, looking away from his knowing gaze.

“I don’t share, Cassie. If a sub is mine, she belongs only to me.”

Relief flooded through her because ménage wasn’t her cup of tea at all. Not that he’d offered. He said he wanted her but hadn’t asked her to become his submissive. Confused about where this was going, she asked him, “Why am I here, Flynn?”

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