“Blue lady?” Her voice was light.
“Blue top and blue feathers. Unless you want to tell me your name?”
“Now that wouldn’t be fair.”
“Unfortunately you’re right.” He pulled her closer as another couple brushed against them.
“Sorry, Master,” the man said, before moving away.
“Master?” Her brown eyes were focused on him. He liked her scrutiny.
“A club title.” If she was a member, she should know what it meant. Had she come with someone else? If so, why had they left her alone? “You said you’re a member.”
“Yes. I haven’t been here in a couple of years.”
“Why not?” Most here were regulars. Yeah, some went months between visits, but Tessa said years.
“Life.” Her voice carried a tinge of sadness, and her brown eyes dulled.
“Did you lose your Dom?” It was possible.
She shook her head. “Nothing that dramatic.” The music changed, and he pulled her closer. She didn’t hesitate and even laid her head on his shoulder.
Damon took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of vanilla. He wanted to taste her. “Are you looking for a Dom?”
“Are you offering?” There was amusement in her voice.
“If I was?”
Her head came up, and she stared at him. “Not tonight.”
His cock pulsed. “Are you saying yes to a later date?”
“Maybe.” Her lips tilted up. “Let’s not rush.”
Her words were soft, but there was a hint of something, not sadness, almost like fear, maybe apprehension. What had Tessa gone through that made her so skittish?
He kept up the pretense. “Agreed. No rushing.” He bent his head. “At least not until I find out who you are. After that, all bets are off.” A tremor went through her body. “I mean that in a good way, my blue lady. If you tell me no, I’ll back off. I don’t believe in force.” He didn’t. While he and Tessa didn’t quite see eye to eye on things, she was a little spitfire, and he respected that.
“I didn’t think you did.”
“The shiver?” She might be dancing with him, but there was tension in her body. Was he really doing the right thing? There was attraction between him and Tessa, but maybe she didn’t feel the same way.
“Memories.”
He was about to question her more when the music stopped, and Max stepped up on one of the stages with a microphone.
“All right everyone. We’ve got fifteen minutes until midnight,” Max announced.
Damon smiled. “Soon I’ll know who you are, my beautiful lady.”
“Yes.” She stepped back out of his hold. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go freshen my make-up.”
“You don’t need to.” His words were sincere. She was beautiful.
“You are a sweet man.” She went up on her toes and brushed a kiss over his cheek.
Damon watched her stride away, her butt swaying, and his dick pushed against his pants. Fifteen minutes. Then he could claim Tessa as his.