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like the people who ran Twilight were very conscientious, responsible, and professional.
    Finally, when they’d come full circle, back to the bar, he motioned to a stool. “How about something to drink?”
    “Sure.” She could use a stiff drink right about now. Might help her relax. “Do you have a wine list?”
    “No, I’m sorry, this bar serves strictly nonalcoholic beverages. But we serve wine downstairs in the restaurant. I’d be happy to take you down there if you like.”
    “No, no. That’s okay. I’d be just as happy with a cola. Thanks.”
    As he ordered her drink, she glanced at the clock, surprised to discover that her little tour had taken almost an hour. She wondered how much longer it would take Kristy, aka Mistress Raven, to finish up her appointment. Since Wynne hadn’t seen her friend during her little excursion, she assumed the appointment was in a private room or suite. She tried to imagine what her friend might be doing.
    Her cheeks burned.
    “There you are, one cola.” Rolf set the drink on the bar.
    She swiveled her stool around to face the bar, and glancing sideways at her host, gave him a grateful smile. She lifted the glass, taking the straw between her lips and pulling in a mouthful. Ahh, cold. Refreshing. “Thank you for taking the time to walk me around. I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from…anything.”
    God, how lame did that sound?
    “It was my pleasure.” His gaze was razor sharp, piercing, as it captured hers. He held a glass in his hand but didn’t lift it to his mouth. Instead, he simply sat there, staring into her eyes, watching her. His lips curled into a teasing grin. “Now that we’ve covered the basics, are you ready to get down to business?”
    Oh God. What was he suggesting? She eased the drink from her mouth, thankful for the fact that she hadn’t spewed cola all over his face.
    “I…um…” If her face hadn’t been roasting before, now her cheeks felt like twin electric burners, cranked up to high.
    He chuckled and the sound vibrated through every cell in her body, or at least it felt that way. He plucked the straw out of his glass and set it on a napkin. “You know what they say about writing, ‘write what you know.’”
    “Yes, they do say that.” She gulped down several mouthfuls before even trying to say another word. “I don’t think I’m ready for any firsthand experiences. Today. But, thanks. I’d rather ask you a few questions, if that’s okay.”
    “Sure, shoot away.” He finally took a drink from his glass. She used those few seconds, as he tipped his head back and swallowed, to think up a few safe questions to ask. This man, this disturbingly gorgeous man, really set her nerves on edge. Whether it was the way he looked or the way he looked at her, she couldn’t say. But there was something about him that made her feel funny inside.
    “First, can you tell me why your members like to play these domination and submission games?”
    He set his empty glass on the bar, waving to the bartender for a refill. He ordered one for her, too. “Well, I’m no psychiatrist, so I can’t say why every person here gets into power play, but I can speak for myself.”
    She practically held her breath, waiting for his response.
    “For me, it’s a drive—a need—that was inborn. When I was a kid, I told myself stories as I lay in bed. Stories in which I was the mighty warrior, slaying the enemy and conquering the princess. I’d haul her away from her castle, taking her to my domain, where I was master and lord. And then I’d seduce her until she was trembling, on her back, willingly submitting to me, relinquishing everything she had, everything she was.”
    Wynne could picture the scene he described in her mind’s eye. And much to her surprise, her heart was pounding, her body trembling, as she imagined herself in the role of the princess, stolen away to this dark and powerful lord’s castle.
    God, that was sexy.
    No, beyond sexy. It was