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Sean, however? He's a different story.

"You're too stiff," I tell him after Lucky blatantly ignores one of his commands. "He can feel your frustration."

Sean sighs through his nose. "I'm not frustrated."

"Oh, please. You're about two seconds away from popping a blood vessel."

His glare could melt steel. Is that the look? The one the heroes in the Daddy books give their women before threatening to spank them? I’m pretty sure it is. "Are you always this difficult?"

"Yep," I chirp, tossing Lucky a treat.

Sean mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like another curse. Lucky barks, tail wagging, as if agreeing.

I cross my arms. "You have control issues, don't you?"

Sean straightens, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

I try to backpedal slightly. "Sorry, not the best wording. What I mean is, you like order. Structure. Everything in its place." I gesture around his house. "And Lucky? He's a walking, barking, drooling disaster. It’s essentially like a friend’s toddler coming over and you haven’t had the opportunity to childproof your house ahead of time."

Sean's jaw flexes. "You're not wrong."

I smile, knowing I've won this round. "You’ll have to meet him in the middle. Work with him, not against him. He needs to be exercised and challenged, if he’s bored, he will be destructive. Some of the puppy energy will die down with age. But, you need to recognize that the two of you are in a pack and you have to be the leader of the pack. He can sense your frustration and energy. Be clear, firm and consistent."

Sean exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders like he's releasing some of the tension he's been holding. "Alright. Let's try this again."

I watch as he kneels, softens his tone, and gives Lucky the command one more time. And this time? Lucky listens, sitting obediently at Sean's feet, looking up with adoring brown eyes.

The pride that flickers across Sean's face is unmistakable.

"Well, look at that," I say, nudging him playfully. "You can learn."

Sean cuts me a sharp look, but there's something else in his eyes now. Something warm, amused, interested.

And I should absolutely, definitely not be enjoying it as much as I am.

I think about the texts waiting for me from the Naughty Girls Book Club. If they could see Sean right now, they'd be flooding the chat with fire emojis and demands for details. How am I supposed to tell them that my newest client is basically the walking embodiment of every Daddy Dom fantasy I've ever had?

Simple. I'm not.

This is strictly professional. I'm here to train Lucky, not indulge in inappropriate fantasies about his ridiculously attractive owner.

But as I stand there, watching this sexy, tightly wound man start to let go, just a little? Watch him pat Lucky’s head and call him a good boy?

I can't help but wonder what would happen if I pushed him even further.

CHAPTER 2

It’s incredibly too early to be awake. Sean needs a first thing in the morning appointment for Lucky and he’s willing to pay extra to get me there at the butt crack of dawn. I pull the curtain aside and step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my shoulders, eyes closed as steam fills my bathroom. It's been three days since my first session with Lucky, and I can't get Sean out of my head. That commanding tone when he spoke to Lucky. The intensity in those blue eyes. The way his jaw flexed when he was irritated.

"Stop it," I mutter to myself, reaching for the shampoo. "He's a client. A client with control issues and perfect forearms and…" I groan, squeezing a generous amount of shampoo into my palm. "This is ridiculous." I’ve never fantasized over clients before. Not ever.

But as I massage the suds into my scalp, my mind wanders back to the moment when Sean's voice dropped an octave, telling Lucky "No" with such authority that even I felt the urge to behave. He wasn’t the first male client I’d ever had. He wasn’t even the first to have a commanding, authoritarian presence when speaking to his dog. What made him different? The combination of gentle plus bossy? The way he tenderly spokeof his sister? I don’t know, but what I do know is I’m attracted to him. Maybe I’ve read too many Daddy Dom books. Maybe I’m reading too many novels. Joining the Naughty Girls Book Club was an impulsive purchase, but I’ve made some of my best friends from the online chat. Women who understand me and don’t think my desires for finding an alpha male boyfriend to be strange. I’ve yet to find a man who could make my… what is it I always read in my books? Oh, yeah. Make my panties wet. Until Sean. I’d literally felt my nipples tighten when he’d scowled at me.

I can’t help but wonder… What would it be like if he used that voice on me? If those strong hands...I gasp, my own fingers freezing in my hair. This fantasy is heading into dangerous territory—the kind of scenario I'd read about in our book club's latest pick, where the stern hero takes the willful heroine in hand when she pushes too far. The thought of Sean spanking my bottom, his hand leaving marks on my skin as he…

Stop!

Get. A. Grip. I quickly rinse my hair and turn the water temperature down a few degrees. Cold reality is what I need right now, not hot fantasies about a man who's paying me to train his dog, for heaven's sake. Not even the colder water could deter my fantasy.

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