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times. You know my place as well as your own. Why be shy now?”
    “I don’t know the rules,” she said.
    He’d never seen her like this . . . quiet, demure. Where was his boisterous friend? Maybe this had been a mistake after all.
    “You can speak freely, baby.”
    “You’ve never called me baby before.”
    “I’ve never thought it was appropriate before,” he shrugged. “Does it turn you off?”
    “No.” Finally, a smile.
    The elevator doors dinged and opened into the expansive living room of his apartment. The room was lined with glass floor-to-ceiling windows that gave them a clear view of the city below, but that were reflective on the outside so no one could see in. It was one of the reasons he bought the building.
    “So, what did you write on the memo line of Roman’s check?” she asked, sounding more like her normal self.
    Marc laughed. “Why do you always assume I write terrible things on the memo line of checks?”
    “Um . . . because you always do? God, the look that banker gave me when I cashed a check from you last year that said ‘winner of the biggest dick contest’ was hilarious,” she laughed. “And mortifying. He looks at me sideways every time I walk in there now.”
    “All right, all right. I wrote ‘removal of mouse from anus with prongs.’ ”
    She shrieked with laughter and hit his shoulder. “You didn’t! He’s going to be so pissed.”
    “But he’ll cash it,” Marc grinned.
    The laughter quieted and the awkwardness returned, a silence they’d never had between them before.
    “Is anyone else home?” she asked, referring to his housekeeper, a wonderful woman who also cooked. Out of all the BAD Boys, Marc had the least staff, just Dina the housekeeper, his secretary Tiff during business hours, and a chauffeur since he hated to drive through the crowded city streets.
    “Just us. Why, are you hungry?” Fuck, she looked so beautiful, standing there, still in her black vinyl Dominatrix costume. But he wanted to see her bare, naked. When she was dressed as a Domme she’d be more likely to think and act like a Domme. He needed to help her slide into sub mode before he did all those things he’d promised would happen this evening.
    “No appetite. Too many butterflies,” she admitted.
    “Let’s go to the master bathroom. I want you to take off your outfit.”
    Lauren seemed to freeze, as if unsure of herself. “My safeword is fundamental ,” she whispered. “Because having a safeword . . . it’s fundamental.”
    “Okay. I’ll always respect your safeword. Mine happens to be carnation , because it’s a cheap flower I’m not a huge fan of, and I’m not a fan of having to safeword. It’s never happened before.”
    “Not for me, either. Dominants aren’t usually the one who need to safeword out, I suppose.”
    “No, I suppose not.” Marc nodded toward the master bedroom, through which lay the master bath. “Try to listen, though, when I say something. Consider it an order even if it doesn’t sound like it, because, right now, tonight, I am in charge, and you will obey me, do you understand?” He held his breath, hoping she wouldn’t safeword out right then and there. She certainly looked like she might, with the glint of fear in her eyes.
    “Yes. I’ll go to the bathroom and undress.”
    “I’m going to watch.”
    She paused. “Okay. Yes . . . sir.”
    He followed her into the large bathroom, a room bigger than the studio apartment he lived in before he started the Brooks Wilde Chase Fund with his friends. It was designed to be warm and earthy, with travertine tiles and granite countertops, and a large claw-foot tub in addition to the steam room and shower stall with nozzles on all sides, so when he showered he felt like a fire hose was cleaning him off.
    He turned the water on in the tub, making it comfortably warm. The sound of the rushing water made Lauren raise her eyebrows.
    “Can I use the little girls’ room first?” she