Page 56 of Whatever Lola Wants

“Me too,” he said, then smiled. “The one I did with you being the lone exception.”

She chuckled. “We did sort of skip the negotiating part, didn’t we?”

“I’m not complaining,” he assured her.

She smiled. “Me neither. I guess we can call it the exception that proves the rule.”

“Hmmm.” He studied her for a moment. Laughing eyes, a hint of rose on her cheeks, body language open and honest. “I read your forms.”

Her cheeks flushed subtly deeper. “And?”

“You do like a variety,” he commented.

She laughed, unembarrassed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“On the contrary,” he assured her. “I think it’s a very good thing. And you made your one constant requirement very clear.”

“I imagine it’ll scare off a number of tops, but I don’t like to spring that on someone.”

“Wise.”

Her lips—painted pink to match the dress—pursed as she tapped a finger on her temple. “Not just a hat rack, my friend.”

He snorted out a laugh. “Would you like to play tonight?” he asked and watched her blink with surprise. “For the record, I’m asking.”

“Why?” she blurted, then flushed deeper.

“We had fun together last time, didn’t we?”

“Yes.”

She still looked confused, which didn’t hurt his feelings at all. “Well, then.”

She angled her head. “Don’t you need to be looking out for your perfect submissive?”

He smothered his annoyance at the question. “I already know all the unattached submissives here tonight.”

She nodded slowly. “So, I’m an acceptable diversion until someone new comes along.”

He frowned. “I didn’t mean it like that, Lola. You’re not a diversion. I like you. I liked playing with you. I’d like to do it again.”

She studied him for so long, her face so somber, he was prepared for her to say no. “Okay.”

Anticipation leapt in his belly. “Okay?”

Her eyes were steady, their whiskey depths clear. “Yes, I’d like to play with you.”

Now he smiled, dark and wicked. “Good. You know where the wrestling room is?”

Her lips pursed as interest crept into her gaze. “Second floor, right?”

He nodded. “Meet me there in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Oh, he liked that. He turned away, then swung back. “And Lola?”

“Yes?”

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