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things, then the only hazardous part of the equation would be you?”
    That, right there, was the problem. Armando was starting to like Nailah. They’d texted a few more times since they’d last seen each other. She had questions about her assigned reading. Thoughtful, legitimate questions, but every brief conversation ended with some smartass comment, some dig that undeniably turned Armando on. He’d never been with a woman as green as Nailah, but he’d never been with a woman as smart or as inquisitive as she was either.
    She’d asked him for something pretty specific: introduction and guidance. She would glean what she could from him, and then find a Dom who truly suited her. Or maybe she’d figure out the submissive life wasn’t for her. Either way, Armando had a feeling his time with Nailah Shalaby was limited. And he didn’t like that.
    “Nah,” Armando finally said. “I wouldn’t do anything hazardous.”
    Just then, Connie pulled up in his pickup.
    “Well, the real question is, do you like her?” Keira asked.
    Connie came around the side of the truck, all sweaty and covered in dust. She’d spent the morning helping a friend move. Armando and Keira hugged her anyway.
    “Do you like who?” Connie asked, as she handed over his keys.
    “Your brother’s having girl problems.”
    “Ah. Well, yeah. That’s a good point. Do you like her?”
    Best to come clean now so Connie could blab all his business to his family instead of them trying to drag it from him as a group. His dads never bugged him for details if his sisters spilled them first.
    Armando sighed and let out the uncomfortable confession. “Yeah, I do.”
    But the question still remained; did he let Nailah in on the truth? Not now, he thought to himself. Not just yet.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Nailah cleared her weekend. As far as her family was concerned she was cashing in a day and a night a client had given her at a spa in Santa Barbara. Her father didn’t like the idea of her going away alone, but her mother insisted she needed a break since she’d been working so hard. Nailah almost felt bad for lying.
    Armando was waiting for her outside again. He greeted her with a quick hug, then took her overnight bag and led her up to his condo. The place was nice, new construction. Just enough units to justify the space it took up on the block, but few enough that you could get to know your neighbors, if you wanted to. Nailah loved the open floor plan of his condo, but it needed some work. It was so bland. No decoration at all, just the essential furniture. They’d have to have a chat about it at some point. She couldn’t let someone she was associated with live in such conditions.
    “You’re quiet again,” Armando said, as he placed her bag on the counter.
    Nailah was nervous. Too nervous. And when she was nervous, she got bitchy. It was a horrible defense mechanism, but it was just a part of her personality. Almost genetic. Her dad was the same way.
    She’d spent the last few days learning everything she could about submission and domination, topping and bottoming, different kinds of paddling, flogging, restraints, self-restraint, self-spanking. She was overwhelmed and a little confused about how she and Armando were going to work this out. She was starting to understand the submission aspect better for herself, but what about him? She had no clue what he liked. How was she supposed to surrender to him? What if they were horribly mismatched?
    She’d read so much, seen so many things, but Armando seemed different from the leather-clad Dominants she’d found online. Or wasn’t he supposed to be wearing a tux or an Armani suit or something? He was throwing her off with his jeans and long sleeve T-shirt.
    Armando reached out a hand and pulled her closer. They leaned against the kitchen counter together, side-by-side. “You’re overthinking this,” he said, his low voice buttery smooth.
    Nailah swallowed. “Possibly.”
    “We don’t have to do