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    “Red.”
    Another press of the teeth, inward and up, her clitoris straining for the touch.
    “Red.” Louder. No way could Eric miss it.
    “You fucking heard her.” Not the MC’s voice, although his even deeper one joined in, a harsh whisper.
    “Goddamn it, Eric! You’re pushing her. You had her surrendering, you asshole, but you just had to push it. Couldn’t you see it? No wonder subs don’t trust you.”
    Fingers efficiently loosened her wrists while another set worked at her ankles.
    “I didn’t hurt her. She’s submissive.” Eric’s voice was defensive, if muted.
    “You’re fired.” The rasp in Dean’s voice mirrored the one she’d heard after he kissed her. He was stoked.
    “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    The MC spoke quietly, but firmly. “Part owner, Eric. Dean Chambray. Pack up your stuff and get out.”
    The blindfold was eased off and Amy blinked up into a pair of molten silver eyes. She dragged her gaze away and looked at the MC who grimaced apologetically. Eric was nowhere to be seen. She noticed the lights were once again dimmed in her location, brighter towards the front of the stage, and realized no one could see the little tableau playing out. Unless the camera was still on. She sat up quickly and tried to scramble to her feet, foiled by a sense of light-headedness and Dean Chambray’s hard hands.
    “You’ll be on your ass, sweetheart. Give it a minute while Lloyd finds your clothes.”
    Shit. What on earth had she been thinking? Oh, right. The margaritas had ruled her frontal lobe. She acquiesced and accepted first her shirt, then her jeans from Master Lloyd, the MC. Pulling her top on gave her a better sense of control. She decided not to step into the jeans, but pulled them on past each foot and up her legs, jackknifing her bottom to get them up over her hips and zipped. Buttoned. Dean tracked her every move. She could feel the weight of his eyes and that sense of longing awoke. No .
    “I’m sorry.” She spoke to Master Lloyd.
    “What for, girl? I made a bad judgement call and let Eric compound it. Just don’t sue.”
    A tiny laugh bubbled up. “Hardly. A ton of people just saw me splayed out in my underwear on a stage.”
    “Did you like it? At least until Eric didn’t respect your boundaries?” There was clinical curiosity in Master Lloyd’s tone.
    Shivering, Amy nodded. “Yes. I’m not interested in doing it again, but I guess something like that was on my bucket list.”
    “Well then, it’s not a total fuck up.” Master Lloyd nodded to her and walked away, closely resembling that short guy from the Lord of the Rings. The one with the axe. She wished he wouldn’t go and leave her alone with Dean.
    “I’ll take you home.” Not a request, not an offer. Telling her.
    “S’okay. My friend—”
    “I’ll take her , too. My man Enrico’s already with her, telling her to meet us in the parking lot.”
    “No! Sandra’s not going to take some strange man’s word for it, telling her to leave without me.” She tried to control her concern for Sandra, and who was this Enrico? If he was anything like Dean…
    He made an audible sound of frustration and stepped away. Amy rubbed her arms to counteract the crash of all those endorphins, the waning of the influence of the booze. Lighter steps resonated on the stairs and Sandra hurried to her, reaching to feel her pulse.
    “They wouldn’t let me up here, just dimmed the goddamn lights and played like it was the natural ending of the demonstration but I knew different. Are you okay?” Sandra stumbled with pronouncing demonstration, and she was swearing, so she was still a little buzzed, but concerned , nonetheless. Amy hurried to reassure her friend.
    “I’m okay. Honestly. It was a rush until the jerk pushed me and didn’t stop when I asked.”
    Sandra looked at her searchingly then tried to smile. “And on your birthday, too!”
    They laughed together and Amy pulled Sandra into an awkward hug. What