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of Dominick’s words, something about “Show me how sorry you are,” followed by an immature gesture with his mouth.
    The exchange angered Jayden, and he knew he would be speaking to the management about Mr. Poles’s ability to return to the club. He was on the selection board, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would be voting against Mr. Poles being granted membership.
    Jayden again fought the impulse to step in on her behalf. He was impressed by the way the entrancing woman was respectful and tactful while she put Dominick in his place by declining and stepping around him. He chuckled at the perplexed look on the wayward Dom’s face when she left him standing there.
    Jayden’s eyes continued to follow her until she reached the bar, and the flirtatious Natalie. He watched in amusement while Catherine handled herself with dignity and collected what appeared to be a glass of ice wine.
    Interesting choice, he thought, sweet but powerful .
    Jayden’s eyes trailed her careful movements while she made her way to the edge of the dance floor with her wine in hand. The fuck-me heels she wore forced her into a slinky sway that couldn’t be ignored while she glided across the room, and Jayden’s cock punched at his jeans again.
    The music changed to one of his favorite songs, and Catherine began dancing in place.
    That was his undoing. Jayden had to have this woman – here, tonight.
    He stepped in front of her and was surprised to find her eyes closed while her body moved pendulum-like to the music. Extending his arm, he took Catherine’s empty hand in his, raised it to his lips, and then grazed her knuckles with light kisses.
    Her eyes flew open mesmerizing Jayden by their emerald color. Even in the dark of the room, he could tell how vibrant they were. He imagined that in full light they would be distracting in the extreme, in addition to making him question the usual desire he had to blindfold his subs.
    Before she could drop her wine glass, he removed it and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Her lips parted in a slight gasp when Jayden leaned in and whispered the first words that came to mind with his tone taking on an automatic controlling tenor.
    He had to wait, but a moment later, he was rewarded with her breathy, “As you wish, Sir.”
    Those first words from her mouth hit Jayden like a wrecking ball causing him to look her over with a closer eye. The accent, the skin tone complete with a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, even the stereotypical red hair and green eyes left no doubt in his mind that she bore an Irish heritage. This aroused and intrigued Jayden — so did the uncharacteristic way that he wanted to keep hold of her hand.
    Wanting to test her claim of being trained, he convinced himself to release her hand and turned to walk toward the far side of the dance floor. When he reached the hall that led to the private rooms, Jayden paused and glanced over his left shoulder. She was about two feet back with her gaze lowered. Perfect.
    They proceeded down the hall until they reached the door to Jayden’s favorite room. He nodded at Steven, the attendant on duty, and collected the key to the room once he’d scrawled his name on the sign-in sheet. Jayden stepped in and to the right after unlocking the door.
    Catherine followed and proceeded to the middle of the room before stopping. She dropped to her knees and placed her hands palms up on her thighs. Her gaze stayed down the whole time. Shutting and locking the door, he hung the key on the hook installed for that reason, and then turned to her with a smile.
    Jayden took his time letting his practiced eyes peruse her form. Her posture was straight and sure. The width of her stance and placement of her hands were exact. Her breathing was steady. There was no question in his mind; she’d been trained.
    The Dom kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off before walking over and kneeling behind her. Pushing her long ponytail off her