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there sometime.” He cleared his throat and quickly added. “You know, to catch up and stuff.”
    “It’s called Lila's.” She waited for his reaction, half expecting him to say that yes he did, indeed, know of the BDSM club and went there often. It wouldn’t surprise her one bit to find out that he was a Dom.
    “Never heard of it.”
    She licked her lips and decided to go for broke. Life was too short to tip toe around shit. “It’s a BDSM club.”
    His jaw dropped and he stared at her. It would have been comical if she hadn’t been so unsure of his reaction. “No fucking way.”
    “Yes fucking way.” She tried to keep her voice cool and measured even though she had a million butterflies dancing around in her belly. “I’m a Domme.”
    “A what?”
    “A Mistress…a Dominatrix. Take your pick of titles but that's what I am and what I enjoy.”
    “No. Fucking. Way.” He sat up straighter. “So...you like to beat the shit out of guys?”
    “No!” She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. “No, I do not beat the shit out of guys.” His disbelieving stare made her shake her head. “Well, okay, I only beat them if they ask nicely.”
    “But isn’t whipping some poor bastard's ass what Dominatrices do? I mean, at least that’s what they do in pornos. Oh God, you don’t want to pee on me do you?” She shot him a dirty look and he grinned. “What?”
    “If you base your beliefs on how women behave on pornos, then I think I’m very wrong about what kind of man you are.”
    “Hey now, I was just kidding.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “I mean, fuck, I never would've thought you were into that kind of kinky shit.”
    She tapped her finger on the steering wheel as they waited for the light to change. “I am, and if any man wants to be with me, he'd better understand what he’s in for. I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not for anyone.”
    That shut him up and he stared out the window as they drew closer to his apartment building. “I can understand that…but, I mean, I’m not trying to be outta line, and I could be totally misreading this, but I’m not the kind of guy that could let a woman boss him around.”
    She wanted to point out that she’d done just that while they were over in the sandbox, and that he’d been quite happy following her directions, but she didn’t think that was the right approach. With all of her heart she wanted Wyatt, and was pretty damned sure he wanted her, but she also wanted more than meaningless sex.
    She wanted a submissive.
    “Why don’t you research it a little bit. And no, I’m not talking about watching pornos.”
    He blew out a harsh breath, the scent of alcohol drifting through the air. “Doc, I don’t know what to say.”
    “I understand.”
    An uncomfortable silence descended on them, but she wasn’t going to break it by begging him to give being her sub a chance. So what if she still dreamt of him? So what if being this near to him set her body on fire? And, dammit all, so what if she thought there was something special between them? If bottoming for her didn’t turn him on, if it wasn’t something he could learn to appreciate and crave, then their hypothetical relationship would never work.
    Maybe she was coming on too strong, too desperate. She’d been looking for him for months now and thinking about how good it would be to see him again. She hadn’t taken into account that he might not be adapting to civilian life as well as she had. And his drinking worried her.
    He leaned forward when they reached the entrance to his apartment complex. “I’m the third building on the left.”
    She pulled into a spot near the entrance to his unit and put the car into park before turning to him. “Well, here we are.”
    “Yeah.” He made no move to open the door, but he also wouldn’t look at her.
    She reached into the back seat and dug around in her purse for a pen and one of her business cards. While writing on the