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SUMMER
*Two Years Later*
It was a shame that I was going commando for the masquerade party. A shame, indeed.
A lone sigh escaped my lips when I took a sip of bubbly champagne. My eyes averted from the crowd mingling with each other to the huge golden chandelier on the ceiling of the club. Beautiful men and women swayed to the erotic music, masks covering their eyes, nose and cheekbones. Feathers, ribbons, and gems adorned their masks as their pearly white teeth gleamed in the dim lights.
I was wearing a mask too. I had to. No one could know that Summer Hayes skipped the premiere of her show halfway through and went to the nearest sex club in Hollywood just because she was bored.
My hand tightened on the cold flute glass as I looked around, wishing I had free rein to talk and flirt with anyone I wanted. But I knew Heather, my agent, would be disappointed if I didn’t make them sign an NDA before taking them to the nearest room.
I swallowed the bubbly alcohol, basking in its burn, and raised my arm to take another flute when I crashed into a wall.
Cold champagne splashed on my dress, goosebumps erupting all over my body. My eyes went wide as I raised my gaze to look at the man I had bumped into, which was most definitely not a wall. If the wall had glaciers like those stormy gray eyes, I’d be freezing.
“I’m sorry,” I said, eyeing the tall man looming over me wearing a dark suit. He had a harsh scowl on his face—at least, the bottom half of the face which wasn’t covered with a black mask—but he was probably the most handsome man in the club. Which was saying something, since it was full of models, actors and athletes who had nothing better to do on a Friday.
“You should look at where you are going,” he said, his voice deep as he ignored the server, who was apologizing profusely. His champagne had stained his shirt, too. Dark eyes flashed at me, zeroing on the alcohol that had splashed on my dress.
There was something familiar about his tall height, broad shoulders, and the pure arrogance and control that emitted from him. I wasn’t the only one who had noticed that. Many men and women gave the stranger a lingering look. It was hard to miss him. Even though I was tall, especially in high heels, he easily towered over me.
“You are the one who bumped into me, Sir,” I said, my voice taunting him by enunciating the last word.
His eyes darkened, my skin erupting in goosebumps. “You should watch that mouth of yours.”
“Or what?” I kept my hands on my hips and tilted my head. “You’re going to bend me over and spank me?”
His lips twitched, and I noticed him checking my wrists, which were empty besides the white band I had to wear. The current club was similar to the Vixen club in Coral Springs. If you are single, wear a white band. In a relationship? Red band. Relationship but want to play? Black band.
He was wearing a white band, too. His hands were veiny and an expensive watch—Patek Philippe—wrapped around his thick wrist. My throat dried, and I lifted my gaze to his face. He was handsome. Dirty blond hair that almost looked brown, dark eyes, plum lips and a sharp jaw that was covered with delicious five o’clock shadow.
Wait, delicious?
I held my breath when he leaned down, his spicy musky cologne wafting in my nose. “I just might, kitten.”
Kitten. He called me kitten as if he owned me. As if I was his pet.
Anger and—I don’t know what—rolled off me as I seethed at him. “I dare you to try it, mister.”
His lips quirked up, and I didn’t realize we were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his large body. “I prefer being addressed as Sir.” His eyes roved over my face as he continued, “And I know you are being a silly brat trying to push my buttons, but I—”
“I dare you, Sir,” I said, my voice firm even though my stomach was churning with nerves and anticipation. He was right. I wanted to poke him and play with him. See what would unfurl from his tailored, expensive suit and how he’d fulfill his threat that was masked as a sexy promise.
He leaned back, his piercing gaze pinning me to the spot. He cocked his head to the side as if he was thinking, processing what I had just said, what I had just offered.
Heather would be mad if she found out, but I didn’t care. It had been too long since I felt a man’s body—a real man’s body with strong muscles and stubble—on me. The woman I dated a year ago was pretty and elegant, even in bed, but it had ended with a broken heart, and I hadn’t slept with anyone since. Or even kissed anyone. The last time I kissed a man was two years ago at—I was not going to think about Damon. Nope. Not at all.
But would I be good at kissing if he kissed me now?
My thoughts came to an abrupt end when his fingers touched me, tipping my chin to him. My skin burned under his hot touch. “Do you know about RACK?”
I nodded, my mouth dry. “Traffic light safe words, too.”
“And what about safe gestures?”
I swallowed, my thighs clenching at his velvety baritone voice. “Two taps or snapping my fingers.”
I took a sharp intake of breath when he pulled me closer, his gaze penetrating. “I won’t hold back, kitten.”
