I hadn’t felt toward anyone
since Nora, and even Nora… I didn’t remember it being like this.
A blonde waitress in a skintight silver
minidress came over.
“Would you like more champagne, sir?” she
asked. Her eyes never left the
ground. The waitresses had been
taught not to make eye contact with the clients of the club.
“No, thank you,” I said.
“Let me know if you need anything else,
sir.” She set a collar down on the
table next to me before moving on to the next table.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around
the smooth leather ring. It was my
collar for the night, to do with as I pleased.
I checked my watch.
9:07.
Charlotte was late.
Disappointment ran through me at the
thought that she might not show.
She had to show.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
Tonight her training would begin.
End of Book Two
Look for Book Three, Coming Soon