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That was the kind of man Gregorio was. And Sasha deserved happily ever after with a man who would come home at night.

He should find a House Monitor, maybe Wolfe, and have his former sister-in-law’s curvy derrière put right back on a bus and hauled back to Winter Park. Where she was safe from men like Gregorio.

For a moment it seemed she willed him to make eye contact.

As if he could look away.

What in the fuck are you doing here, Petal?

With a tiny shrug, she severed the connection she couldn’t possibly have known they’d shared.

Moments later, she selected a white band.

White?

The actual hell?

Scowling, Gregorio folded his arms. She was here as a submissive?

She wanted to be dominated?

Anger, hot and molten, seeped through him, picking up speed.

No fucking way, Petal.

No man is touching you.Except for me…

Chapter Three

“Don’t scare the ’nillas.”

Now that she was at the Den, Sasha realized the word actually referred to her. And if she were honest with herself, she’d admit she was plenty scared.

Though Brandy and Master Niles had been welcoming and casual, Sasha was still unnerved.

Knowing she would soon see Gregorio only added to the uncertainty chugging through her veins.

The white band settled around her wrist, and she traced the symbol that signaled that she was a submissive and available.

If Gregorio was here, that would get his attention…unless he’d stopped caring since she’d last seen him, three years ago at Leah’s wedding.

“And before I can let you inside, I just need to be sure that you’re familiar with the club’s safe word,” Lillith said.

She appreciated the attention to safety and consensual play. “Halt.”

“Enjoy your visit.”

“Thank you.” Clutching her duffel bag, Sasha walked past the check-in table and entered what appeared to be the main floor of a spectacular, large mountain home.

In a sweeping glance she took in everything she could immediately see. Living room, kitchen, dining room—including tables laden with all kinds of miniature desserts and salty snacks. Near that was a makeshift bar that she’d been informed served up nothing stronger than sugar and caffeine.

Dozens of people filled the spaces, all in various stages of undress. She had to give it to the clerk at the novelty store. Even though her tiny two-piece outfit scandalized her, no one here even gave her a second glance.

Brandy stood near a stairway, and Sasha made up an excuse to see her.

In reality, she wanted to see the second level.

As she neared, she noted an open door with a light on. Maybe a bathroom? But there was another door past it, blocking her. Private area for the owner and Gregorio?Is that where you are? Are you watching me?

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