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the sparkling water is flavored.”
    “Yes. That’s fine.”
    The waiter nodded, handed them menus and glided away to fill their drink orders.
    “How long have you been a member here?” Amber asked, curious.
    “A little over eight years. A woman I met at another private club in San Antonio—not nearly as exclusive as this—brought me as a guest.”
    “But you were already into BDSM, right?” And just how did one get into this? she wondered.
    He smiled. “You want to know how I discovered a penchant for this, right? When I was in college my roommate and I happened to go to a bondage club by mistake one night. They were very gracious and, after making us fill out reams of papers, gave us a guest pass for one night with very specific restrictions.”
    “And you liked what you saw.”
    He nodded. “But I didn’t think any of the females I was dating at the time would be quite so fascinated by it. I discovered you could go to a club and hook up with someone just for the evening.” He paused as the waiter returned and set their wine in front of them. “The more involved I became the more I enjoyed it.” He studied her face. “I find extreme satisfaction in BDSM, emotionally as well as sexually.”
    Amber took a slow sip of her sparkling water. “I’m guessing since you have your own collection of toys and implements that the women you date now are also into it.”
    He lifted one of her hands, caressing the knuckles with the pad of his thumb. “Only a few, querida . A very few. And none that touched my heart the way you do. I look in your eyes and while I see self-doubt I also see the same feelings returned. Am I right?”
    Amber felt her own heart somersault. It was just so hard for her to believe, after Dennis had left her doubting her own femininity, that this vital, sexy, younger man could have such strong feelings for her so quickly.
    “Yes.” She let out a breath. “I just didn’t think things could happen this fast. Especially not after—”
    He held up a hand. “Let’s make a pact. We’ll consign Dennis McCloud to the garbage heap and wipe him from our minds. Everything started new and fresh when we met the other night. Agreed?”
    Could she?
    Amber, don’t be a fool. You might never have a chance like this again.
    “Yes. All right. I want to.”
    His smile warmed her clear to her toes and set every pulse in her body throbbing with an insistent beat. Cream flooded her thong and her nipples hardened to such a point that she thought they might poke through the fabric of her dress.
    Rio shifted in his chair slightly and gestured to a full glass wall on the other side of the room.
    “If you like, after dinner we can move to a table over there. Many people who come here prefer to play only in private but others are willing to perform for the members. For some it’s even a necessity. Do you think you’d like to watch?”
    Amber’s heart rate sped up at the thought of actually viewing live people performing acts she’d only read about. Her body heated with unexpected anticipation.
    Rio winked at her. “I take that as a yes.”
    How could she tell him that suddenly she was no longer hungry? That the lure of the exotic and forbidden had wiped away any appetite for food and enhanced her sexual hunger?
    Rio’s dark gaze took in the expression on her face and he rose from his chair.
    Are we leaving? Did I say or do something wrong?
    But he simply brushed a kiss over her forehead, murmured “Be right back” and headed toward the hostess. In moments he was back and urging her up from her chair.
    “I have a different table for us, Amber. One that will give you a better idea of what people are here for and why it fascinates them.”
    This time they sat at the glass wall he’d indicated before. When she looked she realized there were two rooms below and beside the restaurant, with their ceilings retracted. The floors were highly polished wood and the walls painted a soft cream. But that’s where all