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Had she been in line long?
    Jayden resumed his stride to the front of the line blocking out the whispering, noticing the stares, and pointing fingers. He just wanted to get inside where he knew for sure who shared the lifestyle with him, and who didn’t, as opposed to the gaggle of women who were eyeballing him like a piece of meat. A slow grin spread on his face when he imagined how they would react to this particular piece of meat biting back. Hard.
    Stopping to say, “Hello” to Warren, Jayden was about to go inside when he felt it again – that buzzing, like fingers reaching out and tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck. He glanced back to find the woman in black looking straight at him. Her face was beautiful in its clean simplicity, and he was having trouble looking away.
    She must have realized Jayden had caught her staring at him because she soon lowered her eyes to the ground. Her submissive reaction delighted him.
    Ding, ding, ding, I think we might have a winner!
    He leaned into Warren. “Hey, my man. Do me a favor, and escort the lady in the black coat to the front of the line. I think I’d like to meet her,” Jayden said, slipping a hefty tip into his hand and nodding toward the red head.
    “You got it, Sir!” Warren replied and unclipped the barrier for Jayden to pass.
    Jayden entered, nodding at Angelique while complimenting her new scarf. He took the green wristband she held out to him and pushed it onto his wrist.
    “Have a good evening, Jayden,” she purred.
    “I think I just might, Angelique.” His answer was distracted, his thoughts hanging on the enigmatic girl outside.
    Jayden hurried into the inner chamber and positioned himself off to the side of the doors – in the shadows. He wanted to be able to watch the girl for a while before he approached her. There was also the matter of her wristband. He needed to see it. If the band wasn’t purple there would be no point. Jayden wasn’t interested in a submissive with no training. He didn’t have the time or the energy to dedicate to a green sub.
    About ten minutes later the door opened, and he heard Angelique’s, “Pleasant dreams, Catherine.” He whispered the name and found that it rested on his tongue with ease and made his pulse quicken.
    When Catherine came through the door with a careful step, the air rushed out of Jayden. She stopped when the door closed behind her and threw her into darkness until her eyes adjusted. He could tell she was taking in the room, much like he was taking her in.
    Catherine’s crimson dress stopped mid-thigh. The back opened all the way down to the dip in her spine just before her ass began to curve out declaring a lack of lingerie. The flesh was unmarked and flawless allowing him to envision how it would look flushed and perspiring under his attentions.
    She turned toward the bar and was now facing Jayden. The front of the dress also dipped quite low. What little top there was had been held in place by thin spaghetti straps. The fabric hung in a seductive drape over her curves. He could tell her breasts were tight and firm. They sat high despite her bra-less state.
    Jayden let out a low hiss when he noticed the gold chain lying across her cleavage. His gut told him she’d meant for it to look a part of the dress, but his experienced eye could tell that it was behind the fabric, and from its location, he hoped what he was envisioning was true.
    Jayden’s cock hardened at the possibility that this woman had clamped herself. He let his eyes sweep over her wrists, and grinned. There it was: the purple band.
    He was about to step out of the shadows when she started walking forward. While he watched, she made her way toward the bar. When that idiot that called himself a Dom – Dominick Poles – stepped in front of her, Jayden almost lost his shit.
    She is mine, asshole, his mind screamed in silence.
    He shifted his feet, moving closer so he could hear what they were saying. Jayden caught the end