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"I need you to pretend to be my sub or at least be interested in being my sub."

Marissa felt her pulse quicken. Could she play that role again? It had been so long.

"Why?" she whispered.

Lance looked away and back again. One of his nervous ticks. "I kind of have a reputation here. I don't bring a girl to the club if I'm not her Dom. People will talk if you're just here and not at all following the protocols people know I have for my subs. I'm part of the house sub and House Dom program, I usually always have someone wearing my bracelet. Another reason I need you to pretend is that we’ve just had a membership freeze. The only reason you would get in is if we were already in a relationship of some kind or you had started the vetting process before the freeze."

Marissa just stared at him. "You're serious? This isn't just some kind of ploy to get me into your bed again?"

Lance glared. "I'm insulted by the insinuation. We may have had a nasty breakup, but you know I've never been the type to lure women into my bed."

She sighed. He was right.

"OK."

"OK?"

Marissa nodded. "I said OK. Can we get back to work now?"

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