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wait a while?” Brandon asked.
    “Have her wait fifteen minutes and then come on up. We should be finished by then.”
    “Will do.”
    As she started back toward the stairs, Brandon’s voice stopped her. “By the way, you missed a spot.” He had a smirk on his face, and he was looking in the direction of her leg.
    Sure enough, on the inside of her thigh was a small amount of Ryan’s cum. She grabbed a paper towel from the bar, dipped it in some water Brandon had sitting close by, and removed the evidence of her afternoon adventures. “Happy?”
    Brandon chuckled. “I think the better question would be, are you happy? You’ve obviously just had more fun than I have.”
    She gave him a wink. “True. Speaking of which. . . I need to get back upstairs.”
    He nodded. “Tell Ryan to stop by when he’s done. I wanted to ask him something.”
    “Sure.”
    ***
    When Katrina ambled back into the upstairs room, Ryan was pulling up his jeans. He really was a fine specimen of a man. She’d suggested he try playing with a few of the other Dommes at the club, but every time she brought it up, he shrugged and said ‘maybe’. Then, he would change the subject.
    “Looks like you’ve got your sea legs back.”
    Ryan turned around. When he saw it was Katrina, he smirked. “I’m still a little wobbly, but I don’t think I’m in danger of falling down, at least.”
    She nodded. “There’s more water in the fridge. Make sure you drink another bottle before you leave. Also, Brandon wanted you to stop by the bar on your way out. He says he needs to talk to you.”
    “I’ll clean up here and then head down,” he said.
    “Very well. I’ll be downstairs if you should need anything else.”
    He met her gaze and then began gathering the clothespins from where she’d discarded them on the floor. Part of the arrangement she had with the subs she played with was that they were responsible for cleanup of all toys and the space in general. Ali would go through and make sure the other rooms were satisfactory, but Ryan would take care of this room. Katrina knew he’d make sure everything was perfect. Ryan wanted to please her. She only hoped it didn’t become more for him. Not only was he thirteen years younger than she was and in a completely different place in his life, but she had no desire to take on a permanent submissive.
    Heading back down to her office, Katrina shut the door and took a seat behind her desk. She knew Peter Monroe’s number by heart and dialed it quickly.
    “How’s my favorite Dominatrix?” he boomed.
    Katrina rolled her eyes. “I’m not a Dominatrix. How many times have I told you that?”
    Peter snickered.
    She leaned back in her chair and shook her head. “You’re impossible.”
    “Ah, but you love me anyway.”
    It was true. Peter had worked for the St. Louis Police Department with her husband, Doug, for almost twenty years before Peter had decided to become a PI. According to him, it was better pay, better hours, and there was less danger of getting shot at. “We’ll see about that. I need another background check run on an applicant.”
    “What’ya got?”
    She gave him Drew Parker’s name, address, and place of employment.
    “I should have something for you by the middle of next week. If he’s on the city’s payroll, it shouldn’t take long to verify most of this.”
    “Thanks, Peter. Call me if you need anything else.”
    After finishing her call, Katrina filed Drew’s application away and locked up. She wanted to go home and change before the club opened later that night. The session with Ryan had left her sweating and smelling of sex. It had been nice at the time, but she’d rather not feel that way for the next six hours.
    When she walked back into the club’s main room, Brandon and Ryan had their heads together at the bar. “I’m heading out. I’ll be back before we open.”
    They both looked up, and Brandon nodded. Ryan. . . well, she couldn’t tell what he was