Page 29 of What About Love

“Everyone is here tonight,” she whispered. “What do I tell my cousins? Meg and Regan know I was here with Dan last night.”

“You’ll be able to tell them the truth when it’s over.”

“And in the meantime? After going for a really long time without a date, for me to suddenly become a submissive who plays with two different men on back-to-back nights isn’t something they’ll let slide.”

“Their doms will keep them occupied. Cap clued the other owners in this afternoon. We need all hands on deck with a third sub missing.”

She nodded, although still unconvinced. “The twins are going to freak out. Can’t I tell them and swear them to secrecy?”

He stared at her for a moment then laid it out. “Your cousins aren’t exactly the souls of discretion. When Sean wanted to share the truth about Mara’s secret a few months back, Cap and Dex deliberately shared it with the twins. It spread faster than high lightning.”

“They’re not so bad now. Back in high school though...” She shook her head. “Their daddy always said that a secret to the twins was like wildfire burning inside them. The more they try to contain it, the hotter it gets until the only way to quash the blaze is to tell someone else, disbursing the heat.”

Knowing the twins well, he didn’t find the story at all surprising. He grinned. “Major Sinclair sounds like a wise man.”

“Yeah, too bad they didn’t listen to him. It would have spared them many a meal standing up.”

He caught her chin and tilted her face up to his. “They’ll forgive you this deception, considering the purpose.”

“I suppose.”

“Tell you what. They’ll be guzzling margaritas at their table front and center, like they do for all Elena’s shows. We’ll go straight to the dungeon. That way, you don’t have to make any excuses.”

“Now, why does that sound like I’m going from the frying pan straight into the fire?”

“More like being up the proverbial creek without a paddle, but don’t fret about that. I’ve got several in my bag.”

“You did not just say that!” she exclaimed, choking a bit when he winked at her. Strangely amused by the whole bizarre situation, she stifled a giggle. “If you’re trying to be reassuring, you’re failing miserably.”

“I was trying to bring a sparkle to those pretty hazel eyes and the bloom back into your cheeks. And it worked.”

He leaned in, kissed her gently on the forehead then, in a blink, was out of the car rounding the hood. When he grinned at her through the windshield, she rewarded him with a small smile.

This was the powerful charm she feared. But he didn’t need it to get her pants off tonight. Heading into a kink club for a training session in public, that was a foregone conclusion. It made her gorgeous, sinfully hot, temporary dom even more dangerous to her heart than she feared.

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ENTERING THE CLUB WITHMaster T drew curious looks, especially when he didn’t stop to talk with members who waved him over. Instead, whisking her past them in the bar and right up to the medieval dungeon doors. He moved fast, with a heavy arm clamped securely around her waist.

It hadn’t prevented Angie from seeing the gape-mouthed stares aimed her way from the front table. Both Megan and Regan had waved at her frantically, but she averted her gaze as if she hadn’t seen them and focused on keeping up with T’s long-legged stride. Not a simple task in spiked heels.

Like Master Dan, he’d picked out black ankle-strap stilettos with a five-inch heel. Something she wouldn’t have chosen for herself because in them she topped six feet, taller than most of her dates in the past. With T, that wasn’t a problem. His choice surprised at first her, seeming too conservative for the club. On second glance, she saw the scarlet red on the soles and the laces that adorned the back of each heel.

“Dungeon pumps,” she’d commented when he’d handed her the open box.

“Sorry, darlin’. These beauties won’t see any action. Subs go barefoot in the playroom. Club rules.”

She knew that, having been barefoot for two days with Dan. As she scurried along beside him, she wondered aloud why they bothered with shoes at all.

“Seems a shame,” he replied. “Until you get gored in the face by a stiletto pointed up in the air. If a dom isn’t careful, he could lose an eye.”

“I never thought of that as a problem before.” She glanced at him suspiciously. “Are you teasing me?”

They’d arrived at the doors, where a grinning Master T pressed his thumb to the scanner. “Maybe a little,” he replied. “Barefoot seems to set the submissive mood, as well.”

Once inside, he crouched to unbuckle the ankle straps. “Hang on to my shoulders,” he directed when she teetered.

He didn’t have to tell her twice, having had dreams of curling her fingers into his muscles. She sighed as she stepped out of the killer heels. Not because she had to hand over her shoes to the attendant but because she had to let him go.

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