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“And in the meantime, your dad would still be there, gambling away what little money you have left.” Anger burned hot and fierce in Frankie’s veins. “I can’t believe he did this to you!”

“I can’t be mad at him. You haven’t seen him, Frankie. He’s so lost without mom.”

Lottie’s mother had passed a few years ago, and it was true her father seemed rather at sea without the love of his life by his side. But as far as Frankie was concerned, that didn’t excuse what he’d done. Not even a little.

“Well, I damn well can be mad at him. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. So there.”

Sniffling back a fresh wave of tears, Lottie leaned on Frankie’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No problem, honey.” Money. Lottie needed money.

Kinda wish I hadn’t already gotten my cherry popped. I heard some girl got paid like four hundred thousand for hers.

It wasn’t a great solution. And Frankie wasn’t even sure it was a legal one. But it was a solution of sorts, and she had to dosomethingto help poor Lottie.

And Holden had only said she’d be in trouble if he caughthernear the auction. He never said anything about her friends.

Clinging to that shred of hope that this wouldn’t all blow up in her face somehow, Frankie cleared her throat.

“I, ah, may have a solution for you.”

Chapter Seven

Holden

Frankie was nervous.

Oh, she was doing an admirable job of hiding it. Whenever he managed to catch her eye, she would smile, and there wasn’t a hint of anything behind it.

But when she thought he wasn’t looking… that’s when he saw it. Her bottom lip would disappear between her teeth, or her foot would start bouncing for a few seconds before she caught it and stilled, or her fingers would tap rapid-fire against the console between them.

When the last happened, he took her hand in his, linking their fingers together as he brought her knuckles to his lips. That startled her, enough to have her mouth falling slightly open when she whipped her head around to stare at him. But then she relaxed, at least a bit, and flashed him that ‘no worries here’ smile.

“Do you have any questions for me about tonight, little siren?”

“I don’t know. You explained everything pretty thoroughly.”

They’d had dinner at his house before heading to the club, specifically so he could ask her about the research she’d done while they’d been apart. Once he’d been satisfied she knew what she was getting herself into with some of the more basic kinks he’d explained what he had planned for the evening.

Said explanation had taken place while he’d had her pinned over his lap, listening to her whimper and whine as he worked a medium-sized plug into her delightful bottom. It was a memory he would definitely be carrying with him for a very long time.

Their evening at the club would begin with a walk around the pit. Last night she’d seemed so overwhelmed by everything, he’d only allowed her to watch from the safety of the bar area. So tonight would be her first trip down into the pit, where they would take their time, wandering and observing for a bit. And if she seemed comfortable enough, a light flogging up on a St. Andrew’s cross.

Nothing outrageous. Just a little introduction into public play and testing her reactions to the various floggers he had in his play bag. Easing her in, slow and steady. The way he should have done it from the beginning.

He pushed the guilt aside and focused on her as they pulled into the parking lot beside the club. There was no way to go back and undo what he’d already done, so he simply had to make sure he kept everything above board from this point forward.

Shane was at the front desk tonight instead of Vivian, and his face lit up with interest at the sight of them. “Well, well, well. I’d heard our favorite silver fox had found himself a vixen, but nobody told me she was a total knockout.”

Stopping in front of the desk, Holden raised a slow, deliberate brow, watching in satisfaction as Shane blushed all the way to the roots of his blonde man-bun. “Someone is feeling a bit bratty this evening. Should I go find Mistress Rogue for you, Shane?”

The blush on the other man’s cheeks darkened to an almost alarming shade of red. “No, Sir. I apologize. Ah, you and your guest are cleared to go in. You’re on the list Daddy B gave me for tonight.”

Since he’d been so helpful, Holden refrained from lecturing him about the nickname Braden hated so much. “Thank you, Shane. You’re a good boy.”

As he’d expected, everything about Shane lit up at the praise. “Thank you, Sir. Enjoy your evening.”

“Did you have to be such an ass to him?” Frankie whispered loudly as they walked past the desk toward the doors that would allow them into the pit.

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