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stuff. I just don’t know how to tell if I could fit in. What if I tried it and hated it? He wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me again.”
    Angelina felt sorry for the woman. She had it bad for someone, that’s for sure. But who was she to be dishing out advice for the BDSM lovelorn?
    “Does he know how you feel?”
    “No. He thinks of me…as a kid.”
    Angelina thought she saw tears in her eyes. She wondered how much older he was than Karla, but didn’t want to pry. There was one thing she could advise the woman on, no matter what kind of kink or vanilla sex life she wanted. “Talk to him. Communication is the basis for any relationship. You might be surprised that he likes you that way, too.”
    Karla’s voice was barely a whisper. “But what if he doesn’t? I don’t think I could bear having him reject me again.”
    Again? Okay, that didn’t sound good.
    “I was only sixteen the first time,” Karla was quick to explain.
    Now this was getting weird. Angelina didn’t get into the Daddy Dom stuff she’d seen online. Ick. Just how old was this guy?
    Okay, to each her own. Who was she to judge? They were both adults. “I know it’s a risk. But if you don’t try again, how will he ever know you’re serious about him, and not just in a teenage-crush way?”
    “I guess you’re right. I’ll think about it. I’ll talk to my friend Cassie after I drop you off. Although she’s has her own problems with men. Why do they have to be so complicated?”
    Angelina laughed. That was the understatement of the century.
    “Oh, I almost forgot! Adam said you could use chocolate. I made these chocolate-peanut butter brownies earlier today.” She handed Angelina a plate of two brownie squares that set her stomach to rumbling. “They’re Master Adam’s favorite.”
    Had Karla blushed when she said the Dom’s name? Was he the one she pined for? Oh, my! Angelina remembered him from when she’d turned in her paperwork. Tall, intimidating to the extreme, definitely older—at least mid forties, she’d guess, a generation older than Karla. Although he certainly was in better shape than Allen, who was at least twenty years younger.
    Maybe Angelina should revise her words of advice to the timid young woman and warn her she’d be way out of her league with a Dom like him, especially if she wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in the lifestyle. No way would he accept anything but a well-behaved submissive, Angelina was certain. Was Karla even sure she was submissive?
    Stay out of it. It’s not like you’re an expert on BDSM .
    Angelina munched on the best brownies she’d ever had. Who would have thought of adding peanut butter to a brownie? Holding up the last piece before popping it into her mouth, she said, “These are incredible.”
    Karla smiled and thanked her, obviously pleased.
    An uncomfortable silence fell between them. This time, Angelina felt the need to end it. “You wouldn’t happen to know where my clothes are, would you?”
    “They’re in the dressing room downstairs. Adam… Master Adam said he’d send them up after the club closed. He needs to wait to see what’s left behind to determine which are yours.”
    “Listen, I can tell you exactly what I left down there, if you wouldn’t mind retrieving them. I just want to go home and put this fiasco behind me as soon as possible. Would you be up for leaving soon?”
    Her intense blue eyes lit with enthusiasm. “I’ll need to throw some things into a suitcase. I’ll get your clothes first, but we could leave within the hour. I’m sure Adam won’t mind.”
    After telling her where to find her things, Angelina laid back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. Strange, disjointed images flitted through her mind. A wolf. An angel. And the most sensual lips she’d ever seen. Ever felt. Her lips tingled at the memory as if he’d just brushed them with his. Who was he? Had he kissed her, or had she only dreamed him up? Perhaps her mind had