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she would find someone else who would. She put on her tightest dress— no tight clothes, my ass —and overdid her makeup. Then she hopped in a cab and headed back to Exotica. There was no way Julian and Morgan would be there again. It wasn’t Julian’s style to repeat scenes, and she was sure the novelty of amateur “dungeon night” wouldn’t last.
    She slipped past the bouncer at the door with a wink. He was big. Not nearly as big as Theo, but maybe if he got a break later, he’d play with her. She could tell him what she liked. Tell him she didn’t mind if he got a little rough.
    Before she could take three steps into the club, her phone buzzed. Theo. Impeccable timing. The mind reading thing was almost spooky. She swiped her phone and snapped, “What?”
    He hung up. Furious, she called him back. He didn’t answer. Jesus. The guy was such a hard-ass. She dialed again. Still no answer. She tried twice more and then started to get frantic. What if he was going to throw her over because of the way she answered the phone? God. Why did she have to push him?
    Her eyes started to well up, and she wanted to kick herself. Her phone buzzed again. Theo. Thank God.
    “Hello, Master,” she said in her best obedient voice.
    “Better. That’s how you’ll always answer the phone, or you won’t be receiving phone calls, am I clear?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Excellent. Now, you’ve been very good and haven’t called or texted in the past few days. I’m proud of you. This is behavior that will get you a very good reward. I’ll come pick you up.”
    “Um…”
    “Lucinda?”
    She swallowed. “I’m not at home. But if you give me thirty minutes, I can meet you there.”
    “I’ll come get you where you are. What’s the address?”
    “I’m…um…I’m at Exotica.”
    She heard him hiss through the phone. “I thought you’d given up on me. I thought you didn’t want me, so I thought I’d try to find someone who did.”
    He sighed. “Lucinda, what did I say? Did I tell you I didn’t want you?”
    “Well. No, but…”
    “And did I tell you to wait for my phone call?”
    “Yeah, but lots of guys say that and never call.”
    “True, but I think I explained on Friday that I wasn’t lots of guys. I think I made it clear I’m a man of his word. Have I done anything to make you think that isn’t true?”
    “No.” She should’ve trusted him. She should’ve waited. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    “Good. It’s pretty when you say I’m sorry. Do that more often, sweetheart. I like how it sounds. Now. I want you to go outside and wait for me. Don’t talk to anyone. Stand out front, and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
    “Okay. I’ll wait.”
    “That’s my girl. And brat?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “I’m betting you’re wearing something tight. When I come collect you, we’re going to swing by your apartment and find something more to my taste.”
    She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. His taste .

Chapter Six
    She’d gone to Exotica looking for someone else to play with. Because she didn’t trust him. His brat had a lot to learn, and he had a lot to unpack from her past. He zipped his bike along Grand Avenue and toward the entrance of Exotica. The past few days had been crazy at work, but that’s not why he hadn’t called. He wanted her to learn patience, to have to wait until he determined the right time to see her. Not that he didn’t want her to request play, but more that he needed her to learn she wouldn’t be able to goad him into action.
    The past few nights when he’d gotten home from a day full of high-risk trading, he’d spent time researching. Her lack of hard limits wasn’t surprising considering her pain threshold, but he didn’t want to push so hard she accused him of abuse. He’d had a sub do that once, and it had nearly made him give up the lifestyle all together. It’s why negotiation was paramount to his future with Lucinda.
    He pulled his bike up to the alley