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seemed. But the woman seemed trustworthy and kind—and didn’t seem to be making a special trip just to take her home. One thing Angelina knew for certain. She wouldn’t get into a car with a strange man at this point. She didn’t trust any of them, not after what Allen had done to her. Seven months together. How could he just shatter her trust like that?
    She realized Karla was waiting for a response. She’d been talking about a ride home. Well, the sooner she got out of Denver, the better. “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”
    Angelina looked down and realized the blanket wrapped around her had fallen, nearly exposing her breasts. Her very bare breasts. Her face flushed as she realized she was naked underneath the blanket. She pulled the blanket higher. Where were her clothes? She looked around the room to find a walnut dresser and a matching footboard of an antique cannonball bed. The room seemed rather stark. Definitely not lived in by anyone. Was it used for sexual encounters with club members? At least the bed didn’t smell of sex. It smelled of lavender, just like her Nonna’s room in Sicily. Comforting.
    Karla took a seat in a chair next to the bed, where she must have been keeping a vigil, waiting for Angelina to wake up. The woman looked away, but Angelina had the feeling she wanted to say something more. She’d learned to just wait people out. Usually, the silence made them uncomfortable enough they’d fill the void by saying something without the usual filters. Sure enough, the woman didn’t disappoint.
    Karla’s gaze met Angelina’s again. “Ad…Master Adam said you were new to this BDSM stuff.” She cast her glance away, then sat up straighter and brought her gaze back to pin Angelina’s. “Why did you want to try it? I mean, what made you think you were…?”
    Angelina drew a deep breath. Okay, this wasn’t the line of questioning she was anticipating. “Submissive?”
    Karla nodded.
    Oh, boy. How to answer, especially now that she knew she’d been so wrong. “Well, I’d been reading BDSM romance novels.” She shrugged her shoulders, then smiled. “Something about the whole exchange of power with a dominant man interested me. Giving up control, in the bedroom at least.” She glanced away, not sure how to explain what attracted her to try it. Aha . Her gaze returned to the woman sitting beside her bed.
    “I own and manage my own catering business. I’m in charge of a small temporary staff and am responsible for all of the details. Everything. All the time.” Angelina loved her business, even though things were a little slow in the Corners.
    She took a deep breath before she continued. “I’ve always liked having the men I went out with make all the dating decisions. Where to eat. What to do. I just wanted a man who would take charge. Whisk me away on a date. Surprise me, rather than ask permission for everything. Allen was like that. How I ever let him talk me into this, though…”
    “I’m confused. I thought it was about the giving and receiving of pain. Master Damián was really hurting someone tonight—and she was loving it.”
    Angelina shuddered. “There are some who get into the pain aspect. But for me, I wanted the feeling of being restrained. To give over control of my body to someone who would make me feel…I don’t know what. Whatever I was looking for, I didn’t find it with Allen—the Dom I came here with. He went too far down the pain scale for me. I thought I could trust him. We’d talked about what my limits were…” Angelina looked away, embarrassed that she’d gotten herself into a situation like this. “I’m not sure I would ever trust someone enough to let him restrain me like that again. I think I’m going to stick to my novels from now on.”
    Angelina looked over at Karla, who nibbled on her lower lip.
    “I’ve never…I haven’t really dated. I wanted a career first and foremost. But there’s someone I like a lot who is really into this