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taking a sip of the grassy-flavored hot beverage. Humans drank it for its health benefits. He drank it to clear his mind. An immortal didn’t need anything to counteract cellular destruction or improve his immune system.
    Rolf sighed. “What a sweet little thing she is,” he mused. “Obviously scared out of her mind.”
    “Yeah,” Dierk agreed, tracking the petite brunette as she followed her hostess, almond-shaped eyes wide, little heart-shaped face pale. Her lush lips, coated with a layer of deep pink lipstick, were slightly parted in a sexy pout. He suddenly ached to kiss that pink lipstick off, smear it all over her sweet face.
    “My money’s on that one leaving before the half hour’s up,” Rolf said, extending a hand. “What do you say? Wanna bet me…a thousand?”
    “I say you’re not very sure of yourself if that’s all you’re willing to lay on the table.” Dierk gave his brother’s hand a shake, hoping Rolf was wrong, and not because he’d lose the money. It had been a long time since he’d watched an innocent get broken in. There was no greater rush than watching the training of a new bottom.
    The brunette’s hostess waved in their direction and Dierk glanced back, realizing she was signaling Rolf. Clearly, his brother hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said he spent a lot of time in the club—which begged the question of why he’d turned down the offer to run the place.
    Dierk made a mental note to ask him later.
    “She’s heading this way,” Rolf stated the obvious. “Maybe she’s looking for a Dom for her friend.”
    “And I’m the man on the moon,” Dierk said, noting the newbie’s tight expression. She wasn’t nervous like the average new submissive was. There wasn’t a speck of curiosity in those deep mocha-hued eyes of hers. Only fear, mixed with a little…hostility?
    Interesting. What was her story? Dierk couldn’t wait to hear it.
     
    Wynne had never been so petrified.
    Hello. She was in a real, honest-to-God bondage dungeon. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so out of her element. Not even that one time when she’d gone with Kristy to that freaky art exhibit downtown, where people wearing plastic clothes handed out free samples of condoms, and rows and rows of tables loaded with sex toys lined the enormous warehouse. That had been years ago, when they’d been in high school. Catholic high school. She hadn’t even known what half those sex toys were for.
    Maybe she should’ve known then that her friend wasn’t exactly cut from the same cloth as she. But like her therapist had said, she’d probably just wanted to believe what she’d wanted to believe, rather than seeing her friend as she truly was.
    It had taken both her therapist and Kristy two weeks to prepare her for this. Already, she was ready to go home. There was only one thing, or rather two, keeping her from turning on her heels and saying sayonara to Twilight forever. And that thing, or things, weren’t the ones she’d expected.
    Instead of staying to find out more about bondage, or more specifically why anyone would want to seek out a Master, she wanted to find out a little more about the godlike men Kristy was waving at.
    “Hi, Master Rolf,” Kristy said, reaching behind her, no doubt to catch Wynne’s hand and coax her up closer.
    Master Rolf. Guess he wasn’t an employee. Wynne was happy to stay where she was for the moment, thankyouverymuch.
    Kristy motioned to the second man. “It looks like we’ve both brought guests today.”
    Now, that raised Wynne’s hopes. If the second guy—who was jaw-droppingly gorgeous—wasn’t a regular at the club, then he might not be a part of the scene yet.
    “Hi, Raven.” Master Rolf smiled. “This isn’t a guest. He’s my brother, Dierk. He’s taking over as general manager of the club.”
    Manager. That was acceptable.
    “I see,” Kristy responded, nodding over her shoulder at Wynne before cranking on the charm for the new manager.