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Submissives can now disclose places where they aren’t willing to relocate and as long as it’s known up front, the submissive can still participate in the auction.”
    “I didn’t know that, thanks for bringing me up to speed. I’ll make sure I ask that upfront. Do you see yourself as a service sub, pet, sex slave, knight? Tell me how you see yourself.”
    Marcus smiled. He wondered why the organizers bothered to have submissives create profiles along with professionally made pictures if the Dommes never read them. Just as he opened his mouth to answer, Francis tapped him on the shoulder.
    “Yes?” he asked respectfully.
    “You have an interview request.”
    Marcus was certain the old man’s eyes twinkled. “A what?” he asked to be sure.
    “An interview request.”
    Marcus looked at Mistress Em, who gazed thoughtfully at him. Michelle looked over his shoulder and Marcus followed his line of vision. There was only one Mistress doing formal interviews. His heart raced as he returned his attention back to Mistress Em. Face on fire with excitement, he was sure his skin flushed.
    “May I be excused, ma’am?” His body pulsed with anticipation.
    She nodded with a regal tilt of her head. “Of course. Good luck.”
    He stood and followed Francis. The closer he got to the beautiful goddess, the faster his heart beat. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. His gaze slid to meet Ada’s. She gave him a thumbs-up. “Mistress Rose, may I present Marcus Lyon,” Francis intoned.
    Large, expressive eyes with long, sooty lashes met his gaze. Full lips and a straight, button-tipped nose graced the oval canvas of her face. A light smattering of freckles danced across her nose. He was enthralled.
    “Thank you, Francis.” Her gaze flicked to the older man and then returned to him. She smiled, displaying a small gap between her front teeth. His cock twitched again at the sexy sight. Her warm, genuine smile brightened her dark brown eyes and stole his breath. It told him she appreciated meeting him and that this was as important to her as to him. The beat of his heart did a marathon run. He would never forget this moment.
    She waved to the chair. “Marcus, please sit.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    Vera strode into the room behind Ada. Instantly, heads turned. Men stared. She was sized up like a juicy rib-eye by both the men and the women in the room. Her face heated as she stood near the door.
    Fear gripped her over the zealous intent she read in the eyes of a couple of the men headed toward her. These men were dead-ass serious about meeting and securing a Mistress. At a nod from Ada, Francis strode across the room toward her.
    “Mistress Rose, I have a seat for you and I will stand by to make sure you receive the privacy you need.” He pointed toward a comfortable leather chair with a nearby side table near a small alcove in the room. Ada pulled another chair alongside while Francis ran interference. Vera would forever be in Ada’s debt for sending Francis to her.
    Inhaling, she released a pent-up breath and sat down. She picked up the program Ada had left on the table and flipped through it. Within minutes, she’d found the two men who would be her first choices. Her heart picked up its pace. She was so close to fulfilling this part of her journey. Confident of her choices, she glanced around the room seeking their faces.
    She understood Marguerite’s advice not to get sidetracked. Some of these men were damned gorgeous and the missing piece of erotic dreams. Most of the bodies looked as though they had just left the gym. Others could grace the covers of any romance novel.
    A quick glance at her watch said she’d need to get to the two men first and then if they didn’t work, she’d talk to the third, her “possible”, even though, based on his profile, she didn’t think the third submissive would work. He seemed to have a hard time explaining why he wanted to serve. He spoke more about what he wanted than what he