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She was coming up here. What the hell had happened? Why had that asshole taken one look at her and rejected her? She was simply the most stunning woman in the place.
He turned, watching as she climbed the stairs in her stilettos. She moved as though she was used to walking in what had to be five-inch heels. He would bet she was quite petite, but those heels brought her close to being as tall as most of the men around her.
She might come to his shoulders. Maybe.
His gaze caught on her as she stepped into the lounge. She smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know her, but she waved him off and started toward the railing.
Then stopped and simply stared his way.
Low and sexy hip-hop played through the whole space, forming a soundtrack that could absolutely be used for sex, but it all faded into the background as he got his first good look at her.
She was every bit as gorgeous as he’d suspected.
She turned suddenly, and he realized he wasn’t going to let her go. This was the most he’d felt in forever, and he wasn’t willing to end it. He could be intimidating, but he could also charm a lady. He suddenly really wanted to charm this one.
Before he could take a step toward her, she turned again, and there was determination in the way she strode toward him.
“Hello, Sir.” She stood in front of him, her shoulders back and chin up. “You must be new around here. I wanted to welcome you to The Hideout. If you have any questions, I’ll be hanging around tonight. I know the place very well.”
So she was a regular. It made him wonder what kind of drama was going on with her that the other Doms seemed to back away. And then he had to admit he didn’t give a shit. She was standing there, and it was obvious it had taken some courage for her to get rejected and try again.
Brave sub. Gorgeous sub.
There it was. His cock tightened for the first time in forever, and for a moment it felt like he could breathe again. He hadn’t realized how tight his life had become, how like a vise it felt around his chest until this moment.
She’d asked him to come to her if he had questions. He had one for her.
“Do you have a partner for the night?” Nate asked.
Gorgeous green eyes flared behind her elaborate white mask. “Do I… No. I don’t.”
“Would you like one?” He could feel the fucking heat between them. He had to hope the heat he felt seared them both.
Her head nodded. “Yeah. Yes, I would, Sir. If you’re the partner, I would like very much to play.”
He held a hand out, and when she placed hers in it, he knew the night would change everything.
Chapter Four
Daisy looked up at the man who could only be Nathan Carter and placed her hand in his. Her breath had caught the minute she’d seen him, and she’d been a freaking teenaged girl with a crush all over again.
She knew she should tell him who she was, but names were optional tonight. If he’d wanted to get to know a woman, he would have come on a night when they didn’t all wear masks.
Though the mask hadn’t helped her with Gabriel Lodge. He’d moved in and started to ask her to play when he’d realized who she was.
Nate didn’t seem to have the same instincts. Of course he hadn’t spent almost every Saturday night with her for the last couple of years.
“You can call me Sir. What should I call you, sweetheart?” His hand enveloped hers.
That accent went straight to her pussy, or maybe it was how heat sizzled along her skin where he touched her. He was so big and strong he made the other men look like boys. “You can call me Dee.”
She wasn’t about to say Hey, I’m Daisy O’Donnell. You remember the awkward kid who followed you around and wrote our names together in notebooks with hearts and arrows? No way.
She wasn’t Daisy O’Donnell tonight. Tonight she was Dee, an eager to please sub who might get an orgasm from the big bad Dom this evening.
Though Daisy was always an optimist, she had no delusions Nate Carter would fall in love with her. He might be horrified if he ever put two and two together, but after her talk with Carys tonight, this might be her last hurrah at The Hideout. When Gabe had looked horrified to even see her, she’d made the decision to change clubs. She needed somewhere people didn’t view her as a joke.
So she had tonight, and she was going to make it count.
