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in that wig. And you’re wearing a gold bracelet. So he asked me if you were a lesbian.”
    She choked on her gin. “Why would he think that?”
    “Historically in this club, gold bracelets are worn by men, because ninety-nine point nine percent of the submissives are female. Cody wondered if you were here to perform a public scene with another woman.”
    “What?”
    “He and the other guys—Doms—wanted to know if you had a specific time in mind for that performance so they could watch.”
    “But…I’m not… I…can’t… I don’t like…”
    Layla leaned closer. “I know that. So in trying to save your ass from, oh, having a woman willing to go down on you in public in front of a couple dozen horny guys, I told them you were choosy. So choosy in fact, that you might not find a man you want to play with at all tonight.”
    She noticed Layla no longer wore that smug expression for pulling one over on them. “What else?”
    “They reminded me of the club rule: if you pay, you play—regardless if you’re a member or a guest. No exceptions.”
    “But you gave me this gold bracelet so I’d be top of the food chain, so I wouldn’t have to play.”
    Layla bit her lip. “Then you’ll have to fake it, A, because the consequences of me lying to Murphy and trying to slide you under their noses as a real Domme?” She shuddered. “Not only will Murphy be mad at me for weeks, it could jeopardize his job. If they think I, a lowly sub, can manipulate him into letting anyone into the club, then they won’t trust his judgment. In the bar, or with club business, or with club members.” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “So you see the position I’m in.”
    Guilt sideswiped her. She’d never intended to put Layla at risk. “Okay. I’ll do it. If you tell me what to do. What are my options?”
    “No chance you’ll pick up a female sub just out of curiosity?”
    Ainsley shook her head. Not something on her sexual wish list.
    Layla glanced around. “More members will show up, but if you insist on a man, you’re screwed.”
    “Please don’t use that phrase in this context, okay?”
    “There’s only one guy I know who…um…isn’t a submissive but…um…a switch.”
    “Meaning he likes men and women?”
    “Bennett?” Layla snorted. “God no. He worships women with a single-minded intensity that’s slightly scary. He’s highly sought after here. And he’s very, very picky.”
    “So why is he a switch?” Since Layla took such a long time to answer, Ainsley suspected her friend’s response would be a total lie.
    “Sometimes he just wants pain.” Layla rattled the ice in her glass distractedly before meeting Ainsley’s gaze. “An experienced Dom is the safest way to get it.”
    “Oh.” Not the answer she’d expected. She scanned the guys lounging at the bar. Which one was Bennett? Her gaze passed over the buff blond owner, lingered on the tall, dark and handsome guy in the business suit. Probably not him. The enormous man with the buzz cut was either military or law enforcement, so scratch him too. Ditto for the dark-haired, sinful-looking cowboy with the strip now stare and the hard-set mouth. The stocky guy who looked away when their eyes accidentally met?
    Bingo. Had to be him.
    “I’ve gotta get my collar on. Do you want me to introduce you to Bennett now?”
    “Give me ten minutes to freshen up and—”
    “Psych yourself up?” Layla inserted.
    “Yes.”
    “Remember two things. Be confident, not bitchy. Use that eye contact thing we talked about. And have fun! You’re living every sub’s dream, A, getting to dominate Bennett. Embrace it.” She slid off the barstool and scampered to Murphy’s side.
    Ainsley couldn’t look away when Murphy hooked the thin leather collar around Layla’s neck. Layla kept her eyes lowered, her head bowed.
    A sharp sense of distaste arose. How could Layla, a confident, opinionated, educated woman, allow herself to be treated in such a subservient