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asked.
    “A bit,” she said. “More excited, to be honest.”
    “Always be honest, especially in here.” He braced his hands on the bar and leaned forward, causing her heart rate to pick up. “I know it took a lot of courage to fill out the paperwork so fully, and that’s why I think you’re exactly where you need to be. You didn’t hold back, and I admire that.”
    Holy shit, the man was intense. As his dark eyes burned into her, Ronnie’s spine snapped straight and her insides quivered.
    “Thank you.”
    “I’m not the only one, either. Just so you know, you caused a bit of a debate among the trainers.”
    “Oh?” Shit, they hadn’t even seen her yet, so what was the problem?
    “They all want to work with someone so open and honest about their needs, so be prepared. They’re gonna do their best to hook you.”
    Before she could get over the shock of that statement, he started talking again.
    “The training period is three weeks, followed by a three-month probationary membership. For the three weeks of class training, you’re not allowed into the club when it’s open. Classes are Tuesday and Thursday nights, from eight to ten. Will that be a problem for you?”
    “Nope.” And if it was, she would damn well deal with it. She’d deal with anything to be in this place. Her instincts were humming, and she got the same feeling as the first time she’d walked into shop class in junior high school. This place was what she’d been waiting for.
    “After the classes, you should visit the club when it’s open a few times before you play. Take the time to observe and talk to members. It’s not a rule, as some people have more experience than others already, but after reading your application, it’s what I recommend for you. Understood?”
    She nodded.
    “Two more things,” he said with a small smile. “One. If you break any of my rules, you’re out. No exceptions.”
    He stared at her, and she looked right back, calm in a way she’d never really felt before. She wasn’t worried.
    Adam nodded, took a white card from the back pocket of his jeans, and slid it across the bar top to her. “Two. Becoming a member here makes you mine. Not mine as in my sub, but still, mine, and under my care. This is my personal cell number, if you ever have any concerns or issues, I want to know. That means if you have questions, iffy or bad experiences, or even just weird vibes from someone, you come to me. You hear?”
    Ronnie was no innocent. She recognized the look in Adam’s eyes and knew on a visceral level that this man was dangerous. Not to her, but to anyone who would dare hurt someone he considered his.
    Relief flowed through her. She’d known him less than five minutes, and she trusted him. With this man’s protection, she knew she’d be able to truly explore her darkest fantasies and not feel threatened.
    She reached for the card. “Got it.”

    Instead of joining the clique of women when Adam was done talking to her, Ronnie eased her way around the club. Her blood heated and her imagination fired up with all sorts of dirty thoughts as she checked out a spanking bench, a flat table, hooks and bolts sticking out of the walls, and chains hanging from the ceiling.
    So many ways to be tied up, or down, or over …
    A shiver danced down her spine, and she gave herself a shake. She really needed to get a hold of herself.
    Then she saw the St. Andrew’s Cross—the thing she dreamt about the most. She’d always thought they were wood, but not this one. This one was steel. Shiny, clean, and sparkling steel that was cool and smooth to her light touch. Bolts at each corner of the cross for ropes to be slid through, or cuffs to be hooked. Being tied to this cross would be the ultimate for her. Hard steel against her skin, spread open and ready to take whatever would please her Dom. She wanted to be tied to it. To be touched and teased, sensually taunted and tantalized, as she opened herself completely to the man