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Jensen shook his head. “So sneaky. That’s why you dressed up the way you did?”

“I’m still recognizable. My worry is that it would reflect on the family if I were found there. Micah’s pretty tight with security, but you never know. Those rags have some incredibly sneaky bastards working for them. And while it’s okay for you to be a member, they would rip me to shreds for the fact that I am woman.”

The way she talked about Ross made him itch. “I sense there’s something more between you and Ross.”

She frowned. “Are you talking romantically? There isn’t. He’s in love with his wife.”

Jensen knew that was true, but there was something else there, something that told him they had a deeper connection than just two people in the life. He knew she was. Granted, Ross was the owner of the club, but Jensen knew a lot of club owners wouldn’t allow it. That meant they had a more personal relationship.

“I also heard two subs complaining about him and the other owner. They do no demonstrations or play unless it’s with their wives.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that too. Have you ever played publicly?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want to create more grief for you. Have you?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I had to perform for so many years on the ice, I wasn’t inclined to do so in my private life.”

That made sense. He knew she still loved to skate, but only did it if she could rent some time on the ice, privately. She hated being gawked at. Even after all these years, people who loved skating recognized her. More than once they had been stopped for autographs, especially when they were in Colorado.

He glanced at the clock. It was late afternoon and he knew that they both needed to eat. They would need it for the activities he had planned for them. “Did you want to go out for dinner?”

She thought about it. “I guess we could. There isn’t much to eat since Marta wasn’t here today.”

“Where?”

“How about that little sushi place down in Waikiki near the hotels.”

He liked that idea. It was always busy, but the sushi chefs were always fast. It would be filled mainly by locals.

“That sounds brilliant. I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back in about an hour or so, then we can go. Does that work?”

She nodded and said nothing else before leaving the room. He turned his seat around to stare out the window. He had fought this need for her for months and now he was giving into it because she was a submissive. The idea that she worked for him apparently didn’t bother him as much as her not living in the life. Now that he knew she was, he could care less about the work relationship. No, that was wrong. He did care. He needed her. He had never had a personal assistant who was as good at knowing what he wanted and exactly when he wanted it.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and knew he had to get a move on. He had to call Micah to see if he was at the club, so he could do some shopping. Jensen needed some toys to play with tonight and they had the best supply.

He dialed the number to the club and Micah picked up on the second ring. “Rough ‘n Ready.”

“Ross, this is Wulf. I was wondering if you could do me a favor and let me come in to shop now.”

“Not coming to the club tonight?” Micah asked, humor threading his voice.

“Nope. I have a very private night planned.”

“I thought you might. Come on in. I’ll be happy to let you spend money at my club.”

Jensen hung up and grabbed the keys to the sedan they had rented. The sooner he got this and dinner done with, the sooner he would finally have Nicola all to himself.

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They arrived home just as the sun was setting. Jensen had driven, and Nicola assumed that he had told John to make himself scarce. Hopefully, he had used some kind of excuse as not to raise suspicions. There was no need for rumors to start when this affair would be short-lived.

She and Jensen walked side-by-side as they made their way to the front door. The idea of what was to come had left her very aroused and a little scared. What if they didn’t work well together? It happened sometimes, and usually she could merely walk away. If tonight was a disaster, it would lay there between them, through the next few days at least.

He unlocked the doors and shut off the alarm. After she stepped through the threshold, he shut the door behind her, then locked it. Her heart raced as she knew each step further into the household was a step closer to their time together. During dinner, she’d forced herself to eat even as her body had begged for relief.

She’d just slipped off her shoes and was starting to make her way to the kitchen when he said, “Nicola.”

His voice had changed. It wasn’t something people would normally hear, but she knew him well. It was deeper, a bit more authoritative than she was accustomed to. This had to be his Dom voice. “Yes?”

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