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“If you’ll excuse me?” I rose slowly.
“Have fun.” Demetrius had a smile in his voice.
I didn’t see because I was laser-focused. “I will.” I cleared my throat. “We’ll talk soon.”
His words carried me across the room. “I’ll want all the details.”
I didn’t look back.
Chapter Three
Lorcan
Master Dante was an attractive man with dark hair, dark eyes, a gentle smile, and an inviting nature.
I’d liked him from the very first moment we’d met. He’d made it clear he protected the submissives, bottoms, kitties, and pups who came to the club. Also, the Dominants, Tops, Mommies, Daddies, and handlers. That he was here to ensure no abuse took place. And if something untoward happened to me, I was to speak out. Personally, I really couldn’t see anything happening—anyone dumb enough to mess with me would regret it. I didn’t say that, but he must’ve sensed my bristling, because he added that if someone stepped out of line, he needed to know—so he could throw the person out of the club and warn the community.
Okay. Fair.
He’d caught me casting surreptitious glances toward the two gentlemen at a nearby table. Well, and the pup as well. A cute South Asian guy who enjoyed sitting at the feet of his Black handler.
Okay. I needed to fess up. The couple were adorable. My attention, though, was on the man with light-brown hair sitting next to them. Gorgeous hair that went nearly to his shoulders and haloed his head. Stunning blue eyes that, even across the dim club, mesmerized. Whoever the guy was, he was fit, handsome, and way too fucking young for me.
Yet Dante offered an introduction. Said the guy and I were both from Cedar Valley. The valley was big enough that I’d never seen him before, and likely never would again. So sayinghellotonight felt safe.
The man’s khaki pants and light-blue silk shirt suited his coloring. Matched his eyes. And he strode confidently next to Master Dante as they crossed the club.
I gripped my ginger ale as if it were a lifeline.
They stopped before me.
“Lorcan, may I present Cody? I believe you might have something in common. I shall be circulating—just wave if you need anything.” Master Dante did a little bow and then stepped away.
I met Cody’s warm gaze.
He held out his hand. “Cody Litwin.”
“Lorcan.” I shook his hand. His warm-but-sure grip. Versus my sweaty palm.
He arched an eyebrow, but didn’t respond to the fact I withheld my last name. A search of Lorcan would likely bring me up, regardless. Just for tonight, I didn’t want to bethatguy.
“Would you like to sit?” He gestured to a high-top table and two barstools.
“That would be nice.”
“Lovely. I’m going to grab another tonic water with lime, and then I’ll join you.”
“No booze?”
He shook his head. “I’m driving. Also, I don’t generally drink and never at the club.”
“Oh.” I held up my drink. “Ginger ale.”
“Good to know.” He offered a dazzling smile with perfect, bright-white teeth. “Just give me one moment.”
I nodded and headed toward the table. Once there, I hefted myself onto the stool. I wasn’t short by any means, but the stool definitely was tall.How do shorter people manage?Even as I glanced around, I spotted a group of women clustered around a table, sitting on stools, not caring about dangling feet, and wearing corsets with stockings and outrageously high heels. All were attractive and were clearly enjoying themselves. Pretty to look at, but not my preference.
Cody slid easily onto the seat across from me. He offered me a little salute before sipping his drink. Then he smiled. “Would you like to go first?”
