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Grant hesitated. “You okay?”

Simon stared at the ceiling. “I had lunch with that submissive Michael told us about last night. Kayla.”

“Yeah?” Grant settled into a chair. “How’d that go?”

“Remember the Hindenburg?”

Grant rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. “That bad, huh?”

Simon let out a harsh laugh. “Worse. She’s pretty, nice, and definitely submissive. But she has all the personality of an overcooked noodle.”

“Ouch.”

Simon sighed. “And that’s probably unfair. But Jesus, she couldn’t even decide what to have for lunch on her own.”

“Well, she wants a D/s relationship,” Grant began, and Simon shot him a sardonic look.

“She ought to be able to figure out if she likes lasagna without direction,” he said drily. “She's also looking for a husband.”

“So?” Grant shrugged. “A lot of women—and men—are looking for a husband.”

“Yeah, but…” Simon shook his head. “She wants a Dom to run everything—from what she wears to what she eats to how she wears her hair.”

“And that’s not what you want?”

“I’d like a D/s relationship, but if the house catches on fire, I don’t want to worry she won’t be able to find her way out without me leading her by the damn hand.”

“Sounds like this wasn’t the great fit Michael thought it would be.”

“And don’t think I won’t mention it to him,” Simon said darkly, and Grant laughed.

“You can tell him tonight, while we’re debauching ourselves in honor of my upcoming marriage,” Grant said. “In the meantime, let me tell you about Howard. To start, he wants around the clock protection.”

Simon groaned. The day just kept getting better and better.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When the limo pulled to the curb at Anna’s house, the half-dozen women inside cheered. Ginger had been introduced to Anna’s core group of friends, had been immediately welcomed, and was now debating the proper way to do Jello shots with three of Anna’s former colleagues. The rest of the limo’s occupants were trying to convince Lola to add a strip club to the night’s agenda.

Anna had expressly forbidden strippers of any kind, so Lola had to decline. But she assured them that good times were definitely on the agenda. As the driver came around and opened the door for Lola, they were already hitting the fully stocked bar for another round.

“Pace yourselves, ladies,” Lola called as she stepped out. “And save some for the bride!”

Hoots and cheers followed her up the walk to the front door. She rang the bell, grinning when Anna opened it almost immediately. She let out a low whistle at her friend’s outfit. “You look hot.”

Anna giggled and did a little twirl. “I know, right? Grant almost had a heart attack. He said no way was he letting me out of the house like this.”

Lola couldn’t blame him. Anna had poured her statuesque figure into a purple halter dress. The neckline was low, showing off firm, unfettered breasts, and the skirt was short, putting killer legs on display. The spiked heels on her feet added a good four inches to her already impressive height, and her hair had been fluffed and teased so it looked as though she’d just rolled out of bed. The slumberous eyes and slickly painted lips made her look as though she’d be happy enough to roll right back in again.

“How’d you get him to chill?”

“Simon dragged him out before he could make it an order.” Anna grinned and tugged the front door closed behind her. “I’m probably going to pay later, so you better make it worth it.”

“Oh, it will be,” Lola promised with a laugh and hooked her arm through Anna’s as they trooped down the walk.

“So, how are you doing?”

Lola glanced at her, confused by both the question and the sick-room tone. “I’m fine. Why?”

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