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rather strict Dom and partial to the cane.” She paused for a moment, turning thoughtful while biting her lower lip. “Personally, I found him rather hard to get a handle on. Fortyish, handsome and extremely tall, taller than Lil T and Tony, even. He’s extremely intelligent, full of confidence, but not in an obnoxious way, and has a wonderfully vibrant infectious laugh. That he wraps it all up in a fuddy-duddy tweed suit, wire framed glasses and a bow tie on occasion is what throws me off. When Joseph represented me last year, I nicknamed him the swaggering nerd.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that. He’s really not a nerd. More like... conservative, yes. That’s a good adjective for him, better yet, old-fashioned.”
    Livvy stiffened, her stomach doing a flip flop.
    No! It can’t be .
    “What do you do for a living, Olivia?” Lexie asked. “Maybe you have something in common with Master Joseph. He’s an attorney.”
    “Oh my god!” Livvy bolted out of her chair, knocking it over. “Are you by chance referring to Joseph Hooks?”
    Mara stood too. “That’s him. Do you know him?”
    “She’s gone white as a sheet,” Lexie remarked with concern. “Livvy, maybe you should sit back down.”
    Mara ignored Lexie’s suggestion and pressed the newcomer for more information, although she wrapped a supportive hand around her arm as she did. “Do you know our Master Joseph?” she repeated.
    “Know him!” Panic was obvious in her voice now. “I freakin’ work for the man. Merciful heavens! I’ve gotta go.” She whirled and started pushing her way through the crowd, her focus on the front doors.
    “Olivia, wait,” Mara called after her.
    She didn’t slow or look back, having only one goal in mind, getting out of the club unseen. When she pushed through the heavy double doors and entered the lobby, thunder rumbled long and loud. There was a man at the desk she hadn’t noticed on the way in. Dressed all in black, his snug t-shirt had a gold lettered emblem that said Rossi Security on the upper left side of his broad chest.
    “It’s a gully washer out there, miss,” he cautioned. “You’ll need to wait until it slows.”
    Disregarding his warning and refusing to be waylaid by weather, she started for her only means of escape. “I need to go. Now.” When she pulled the heavy doors open, she was assailed by wind and rain, the force of both ripping the handles from her grasp. Immediately, she moved to close them, struggling against the torrent’s sustained force when large male hands appeared next to her smaller ones and easily pushed the doors shut. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, leaning against the doors, already feeling the chill from the drenching as the A/C wafted over her wet skin. “I had no idea it was storming so badly.”
    Livvy turned back to the security guard to further her apology. Only it wasn’t the guard whose hands curled around her upper arms. It wasn’t his black T-shirt clad chest that filled her vision either. Instead, she stared at a burgundy vest and a gray check tweed jacket. Following it upward, she encountered a perfectly knotted gray tie, a clean shaven, tightly clenched jaw, and full, sensuous lips set in a hard line. She stopped there, knowing who she’d find if she went further. Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed for the power of teleportation as her face burned.
    “Olivia.”
    His voice, usually a mellow tenor, rang sharp like a hammer forging steel.
    “Look at me, little one.”
    The endearment, one he’d used on occasion with her before, when her mother passed two years back and when he’d dropped by her apartment the time she’d had a debilitating case of the flu. The pet name, common to the lifestyle, hadn’t registered at the time. Now, it rang clear as he used it as a Dominant would with his errant submissive. She swallowed hard, feeling trapped.
    “Now, Olivia.” The order was uncompromisingly compelling and she