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yeah. I could work with that. Ari is a goddamn genius.
    Scorpio’s watching me, a little nervous and more than a little aroused. If she was my sub, I’d be sucking those gorgeous, hard nipples of hers as a reward for this gift she’s just offered up. Since she’s not, I have to content myself with words. “What do you see when you look at this?”
    She runs her finger down the edge of the photograph. “Surrender that’s not weak.”
    In four words, she’s just defined the kind of sub she wants to be. The kind of sub she needs to be. And everything in me wants a chance to walk with her while she goes there.
    She swallows, loud enough that I can hear her. “What do you see when you look at this?”
    I wait until her eyes meet mine, until I know she’ll keep them there. “A woman who is totally fucking sexy.”
    The air quivers between us. A choice on the line. And one that I know better than to force, no matter what the heat inside me wants.
    I sweep all the photos back into the envelope. I haven’t forgotten about the yearning eyes and whatever she’s avoiding, but that needs to come after she decides. “Go away and follow the instructions this time.”
    She takes the envelope and looks at me with those big, serious eyes of hers. And then she slides off her stool and walks away.

Chapter Nine

Scorpio
    E mily peers down at her list and scrunches her nose in the way that tells the rest of us we’re almost at the end and she’s checking to see if anything new mysteriously added itself while we’ve been eating donuts and taking care of business.
    Or at least Leo and I have been eating donuts. Gabby has this idea that she has too many curves and Meghan doesn’t eat sugar and Emily’s so high on Damon she probably doesn’t eat anything anymore. Which means more donuts for me.
    I lean forward and grab the last one in the box. It’s vaguely person shaped, and when I bite off the head, it’s full of blood. Probably raspberry filling, but I have to take my edges where I can find them these days.
    Or at least that’s what I thought right up until Harlan decided to get weird and shake things up. Now he’s offering me a real edge to ride and I don’t want it to fuck up my nice, safe, donut-laden life. Which makes me a wimp or something even sadder—but I’ve seen women sign on with a Dom, and none of them ever come out the same.
    Including the obnoxiously cheerful one leading this meeting. I lean forward, suddenly restless and needing out of chair captivity. “So we have three new fall weddings, two of them at Fettered, and everything else is just follow-up, right?” Small steps forward on weddings that are months into the planning with months more to go. Apparently only the kinky folks are in a hurry.
    Meghan drains the rest of her coffee. “We’ve got more referrals coming in from the BDSM community. The word’s out that we’re friendly.”
    Leo smirks. “The word’s out that Emily can convince Damon to let a bunch of glitter and flowers and streamers loose in his club.”
    Emily somehow manages to keep looking professional. “Developing locations is part of my job.”
    Leo’s flat out laughing now. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
    Clearly he’s in on the pool to make her blush. I hand him the raspberry-blood-filled bottom half of my donut. “Back off, hot stuff. You’re just jealous because she got spanked last night and you didn’t.”
    Emily clears her throat, her prim face totally in place. “I’ll have you know I got spanked this morning, thank you very much.”
    Meghan groans, Leo high-fives Emily, and Gabby turns as pink as her dress. I shake my head. Just another day at the office, or at least the new version of my office that got abducted by aliens and then sent back. Not that I mind. This is the kind of wedding-planning company that might actually hire somebody like me.
    “One last thing.” Emily cuts through the hilarity with amused eyes and the voice that makes her the