not a client, but the
card is more of a…thank-you than a kiss-off."
"But—"
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some dinner. Have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean yet, Lara? We brought
one and two down for movies tonight."
Hurt flashed across Graham's face at Peter's tone and Lara stilled. It wasn't
like him to be so harsh. Usually it was her telling Graham to shut up or back
off.
A small ache formed in the pit of her stomach.
Was there trouble in paradise?
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16
M onday morning wasn't anything special. Typical slow start for the
brain, with everything else around Lara going at warp speed. Just after
lunch, her phone rang on her hip and the sight of Karl's number on the caller
ID slowed everything to a crawl
She flipped her phone open and tried to sound casual. "Hello?"
"Did you like the flowers?"
"What's not to like? They're gorgeous. Thanks."
"You earned them. That was some fantasy you sent me. I thought you said
you weren't a writer?"
"I'm not. Maybe I'm just a pervert."
His affectionate chuckle echoed over the phone line and a shiver rippled
through Lara. "I like that about you," he said. "I'd like to take you out tomorrow night. To a special club."
Tomorrow? She'd already waited all weekend, full of hormones and
fantasies. Yet, she found herself agreeing to wait another day. "Okay. What
time?"
"I'll pick you up at nine. And Lara?"
"Yes?"
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"Wear a skirt for me again, with no panties."
Butterflies came to life in her belly and her nipples tightened. "Ohh, it's going to be a naughty night out, is it?"
"That will really depend on you," he said. "See you at nine o'clock."
Lara could swear she floated above the ground for the rest of the day. Part of
her knew she was letting herself expect too much from Karl. Shit, it was only
their second date, and she never saw a man more than three times…so it
was going to end soon. But she was determined to enjoy it while she could.
That attitude was what had kept her sane.
* * *
T he Dungeon was pretty quiet on Monday nights, which is why he'd
planned his visit for that night. He had a few things to accomplish, first off
being a visit with the owner.
"Mr. Hardin, Thanks for seeing me tonight." Karl held out his hand to the
clean-cut man standing behind the desk.
"Not a problem, Karl. Please call me Mason. Valentine Ward spoke very
highly of you. He also said you had something I really need to know about?"
He'd had a hard time getting a meeting with the mysterious owner of the club,
so he'd had Val give him a call. Being the owner of one of the hottest
nightclubs in town, Val had been able to set up the meeting as a favor.
Once they were both settled, Karl got straight to the point. "Someone's taking
compromising photographs of your members, while they're within The
Dungeon."
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As a lawyer, and a Dom, Karl was pretty good at reading people's
expressions, but Mason didn't give anything away. A breach in security like
that would mean the club's business. Members of The Dungeon paid highly
to be able to play in a safe, protected environment. "And you've come by this
information how?"
"I'm sure you've read my membership file, so you know I'm a divorce lawyer.
One of my clients is going through a bit of a nasty one, and she's procured
some photos of her soon-to-be-ex-husband as leverage. She refused to tell
me how she got them, but I will find out. I just figured you could work it from
this end as well."
The muscle in the club owner's clean-shaven jaw twitched. "You saw the
photos?"
"Yes."
"Describe them."
"To be blunt, a pretty well-known male client, strapped to a padded horse
bench in the Shared Room with a dildo shoved up his ass and a cock down
his throat."
Suddenly Mr. Clean-cut didn't look so calm. "The Shared Room," he said.
"Do you know when they were taken?"
Karl shook his
card is more of a…thank-you than a kiss-off."
"But—"
"Graham," Peter interrupted. "Shut up about it already, and come and get 104
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some dinner. Have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean yet, Lara? We brought
one and two down for movies tonight."
Hurt flashed across Graham's face at Peter's tone and Lara stilled. It wasn't
like him to be so harsh. Usually it was her telling Graham to shut up or back
off.
A small ache formed in the pit of her stomach.
Was there trouble in paradise?
105
Sasha White
16
M onday morning wasn't anything special. Typical slow start for the
brain, with everything else around Lara going at warp speed. Just after
lunch, her phone rang on her hip and the sight of Karl's number on the caller
ID slowed everything to a crawl
She flipped her phone open and tried to sound casual. "Hello?"
"Did you like the flowers?"
"What's not to like? They're gorgeous. Thanks."
"You earned them. That was some fantasy you sent me. I thought you said
you weren't a writer?"
"I'm not. Maybe I'm just a pervert."
His affectionate chuckle echoed over the phone line and a shiver rippled
through Lara. "I like that about you," he said. "I'd like to take you out tomorrow night. To a special club."
Tomorrow? She'd already waited all weekend, full of hormones and
fantasies. Yet, she found herself agreeing to wait another day. "Okay. What
time?"
"I'll pick you up at nine. And Lara?"
"Yes?"
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"Wear a skirt for me again, with no panties."
Butterflies came to life in her belly and her nipples tightened. "Ohh, it's going to be a naughty night out, is it?"
"That will really depend on you," he said. "See you at nine o'clock."
Lara could swear she floated above the ground for the rest of the day. Part of
her knew she was letting herself expect too much from Karl. Shit, it was only
their second date, and she never saw a man more than three times…so it
was going to end soon. But she was determined to enjoy it while she could.
That attitude was what had kept her sane.
* * *
T he Dungeon was pretty quiet on Monday nights, which is why he'd
planned his visit for that night. He had a few things to accomplish, first off
being a visit with the owner.
"Mr. Hardin, Thanks for seeing me tonight." Karl held out his hand to the
clean-cut man standing behind the desk.
"Not a problem, Karl. Please call me Mason. Valentine Ward spoke very
highly of you. He also said you had something I really need to know about?"
He'd had a hard time getting a meeting with the mysterious owner of the club,
so he'd had Val give him a call. Being the owner of one of the hottest
nightclubs in town, Val had been able to set up the meeting as a favor.
Once they were both settled, Karl got straight to the point. "Someone's taking
compromising photographs of your members, while they're within The
Dungeon."
107
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As a lawyer, and a Dom, Karl was pretty good at reading people's
expressions, but Mason didn't give anything away. A breach in security like
that would mean the club's business. Members of The Dungeon paid highly
to be able to play in a safe, protected environment. "And you've come by this
information how?"
"I'm sure you've read my membership file, so you know I'm a divorce lawyer.
One of my clients is going through a bit of a nasty one, and she's procured
some photos of her soon-to-be-ex-husband as leverage. She refused to tell
me how she got them, but I will find out. I just figured you could work it from
this end as well."
The muscle in the club owner's clean-shaven jaw twitched. "You saw the
photos?"
"Yes."
"Describe them."
"To be blunt, a pretty well-known male client, strapped to a padded horse
bench in the Shared Room with a dildo shoved up his ass and a cock down
his throat."
Suddenly Mr. Clean-cut didn't look so calm. "The Shared Room," he said.
"Do you know when they were taken?"
Karl shook his
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