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I don't deal well with my questions not being answered.” There is no humor in his eyes at this last statement. I wonder just what he means by ‘not dealing well’.
    “My divorce, okay? ” I look up at him, expecting him to say goodbye and bolt the opposite direction. After all, what type of woman celebrates her divorce? When he doesn’t move, I continue. “My friends all hated my ex-husband, so now that the divorce is final, they said it was time to celebrate. Personally, I think they just wanted a reason to come here tonight and shocking me out of my comfort zone was as good a reason as any.”
    He looks over to my friends, raising his chin slightly when he sees they are still watching us. “Are those your friends over there?” He asks, tilting his head in their direction.
    “Yep, Holly since we were little and the others since fourth grade.”
    “And they brought you here to get you out of your comfort zone?” He doesn’t look amused by this idea. I nod, feeling like a child about to get in trouble. “Did you know what was going on before you got here? I mean, I know you hadn't been here before, but please tell me they told you what you were going to see.”
    I feel his body tense against mine. I’m not sure why my lack of prior knowledge affects this man I barely know, but it’s apparent that he is upset.
    “Nope, all I knew was it was something called Leather and Lace night. I think they knew I wouldn't come if they told me what it was about.” I look from him to my friends and then to the back room. “And they would have been right.”
    “Come on, P recious. We're going to say goodnight and I'm getting you out of here. This is exactly what I hate about places like this; people who have no clue thinking it's something fun to do.”
    “I never said I thought it was fun--”
    He cuts me off, cupping my face in his hands. “Not you, them. They're your friends, so I'll refrain from saying anything that would upset you, but let's just say I have serious issues with a lot of people. Pretty much anyone who doesn't understand the fact that this isn't just kinky sex to some of us.”
    I can hear the cold sincerity in Dylan's voice. Whatever is bothering him, it’s really bothering him. “And you swear you're not trying to lure me to a deserted road somewhere to kill me and dispose of my body?”
    “Nah, I prefer out by the airport for that, but that's too mu ch work for tonight,” he laughs. “I had a long week at work, so even dumping you out as I drive is more energy than I want to expend.” Even in the best of times, Nick and I hadn't had this easy banter between us and I am curious to see where things might lead.
    “Okay. But I'm warning you now; they're probably going to threaten the safety of your testicles. Don't pay any attention to them. They have this idea that since I married my high school boyfriend and then sat home every night for years, I have no clue how to interact with other human beings.” I really need to shut up. I bury my head in my hands, embarrassed by my word vomit. “I'm sorry, really. I'm not usually this...”
    “It's okay, Tasha. Whatever your friends wish to dish out, I'll guarantee I've endured worse. Let's go.” Well, at least he used my name. I try to maintain a friendly distance from him, but he pulls me close to his side.

    (Dylan)
    It’s a damn good thing I’ve learned to keep my emotions in check over the years. When Tasha tells me her friends thought it would be fun to bring to her play night without her having any clue what was going on, I just about lose it. If she had come with a group of guys, chances are high that I wouldn’t be so polite.
    “Guys, we’re going to take off,” she says as we approach the quartet of women who claim to be her friends. They are regulars here, some of the bondage babes, and I don’t care for any of them. They like to get good and buzzed before going to the playroom. Holly, the woman who tried to “save” her from me,