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    “What’s good on here?” Marcus pointed to the table and then shook his head. “No, she wants something sweet. What’s sweet and good?”
    Michelle chuckled. “It’s all good.” He pointed to a few items. “But these are sweet.”
    Marcus filled a plate with the items. “Do you know what they are?” he asked while filling a glass with punch.
    “Of course. The company I work for catered this event.”
    Stunned, Marcus stared, trying to gauge if he was serious or not. All he saw was pride shining from Michelle’s eyes. “That’s so cool, dude. If she asks, I’ll be sure to tell her you’re the chef.”
    Michelle’s eyes widened. “Really? You’d do that?”
    Marcus shrugged. “Yes. I won’t lie, but I will definitely give credit where it’s due.” He nodded and went to serve Mistress Em.
    After placing the small plates and drinks in front of her, he stood slightly to the side. She took one of the small pastries, looked it over, and popped it in her mouth. The moan she made had him smiling. “This is damn good.” She ate another one. Marcus returned to the table and placed a few more on a plate for her. When he returned, he held the plate out for her in silence.
    She never spoke but looked up at him in gratitude as she took another pastry from the plate. Marcus stood quietly beside her as she sampled all the delicacies he had served her. When she finished, she waved him to sit in the chair next to her.
    “Thank you. That was really good. I have to find out what was in that sweet potato puff. It melted on my tongue.”
    “One of the chefs is here; would you like me to bring him to you?” Marcus knew he was taking a risk bringing Michelle in the picture, but if Em was a foodie, as he suspected, Michelle would make her exceedingly happy.
    She eyed him a moment and then her smile kicked up a notch. “I would appreciate that but I want you to return with him. I’d like to talk with you.”
    Marcus rose and set off to find Michelle. The man hovered near the buffet table and was surprised by Marcus’ request.
    “You like her?” Michelle asked in a dubious tone.
    Marcus shrugged. He didn’t know enough about her to say one way or another. But she appeared to be nice. She had calm eyes and he liked that. “Possibly. She wants to discuss food with you, not ask you to marry her. Come on.” He turned and strode off, certain Michelle was behind him.
    As they neared Mistress Em, Marcus noticed Ada walking into the room. Behind her was a fair-complexioned woman in a black dress with a block of red and white around the waist. It fit snugly around her hourglass figure and the vee neckline gave hints of large breasts. Reddish-brown curls brushed against her forehead and cheek. The rest fell down her back.
    His dick twitched.
    Even from this distance she affected him. She must be one of the young Dommes Ada had mentioned earlier. He introduced Michelle to Em, but watched the woman out the corner of his eye. She purposefully walked to a leather bucket chair and sat. Much to the collective dismay of the men in the room, she barely looked around. Rather, she opened a program and flipped through the pages, stopping a couple of times.
    “Where are you from, Marcus?” Mistress Em asked, with mischief in her eyes.
    His face warmed with the knowledge she’d known he hadn’t been paying attention. “Originally from Newark, but I’ve lived the past five years in Memphis, Tennessee, ma’am.”
    “I know all submissives sign off that they are willing to relocate in order to participate in the auction, but how do you feel about that? Memphis is a large town with a lot of history.”
    As a freelance graphic artist, most of his work was done on a computer and he could do that from anywhere. True, he was leery about moving too far from his support base but for the right woman, he’d do it in a heartbeat. “I have no problems with relocating, ma’am. But they changed the rules this time so it’s good to ask.