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that side of him. It no longer existed, regardless of his reactions to her. Still he couldn’t help wondering if her reaction to him could possibly resemble the thoughts she elicited in his mind.
    He stopped himself from pursuing the question. What was wrong with him anyway? She was here to do a job, to help him make a success of this party he’d decided to throw. The doubts he had about this professional partnership were disappearing fast. He wanted their cooperation to be a success—and not just for the sake of his club. He wanted to get to know her again. Scaring her off with hasty advances would make that impossible.
    “Do you have everything you need in your apartment?” He started toward the restaurant, holding on to one of Heather’s hands as he went. He noticed when her hand tensed and relaxed again, as if she’d been thinking about pulling back before deciding against it. He would love to be able to read the thoughts running through her head right now but knew better than to ask. As long as he pretended that holding her hand was nothing other than natural and friendly, she might leave it there. He didn’t know why it seemed so important to him, but holding her hand made him feel good. He loved that tiny bit of skin-to-skin contact—all the skin-to-skin he was likely to experience with her. He wasn’t going to spoil it by opening his big mouth.
    “I do, Jason. Thank you so much for those amazing rooms. I still can’t believe I have a whole apartment to myself.” Heather’s smile was genuine and relaxed, even if her words sounded rather formal. He wondered whether she found it as difficult as he did to keep things strictly professional. He knew it was unlikely, but couldn’t stop himself from hoping that maybe, somewhere deep inside, Heather felt some of the same attraction.
    “Over there is the bar, which is open more or less twenty-four-seven.”
    “You allow your clients access to unlimited amounts of alcohol? Isn’t that a recipe for disaster?”
    He could see the confusion in Heather’s eyes and understood what lay at the root of it. Alcohol and kink could be a dangerous, in some cases lethal, combination and most clubs had strict rules with regard to drinking.
    “It has not been an easy decision and I haven’t made up my mind about the party yet.” He saw the question in her eyes and continued.
    “You see, we don’t only cater to lifestylers here. There is no real reason to deny vanilla couples, just because alcohol and BDSM don’t mix.” He sighed, thinking back to the endless to-ing and fro-ing he’d done about the decision. “Security keeps an eye on everybody entering the BDSM area and will demand a breathalyzer test if anybody appears to be even slightly intoxicated. So far we’ve managed to avoid any trouble. If that ever changes, the bar policy will be revisited.” Jason pointed to his right. “That there is the games’ room.”
    The way she looked up at him left Jason in no doubt about her assumptions and he laughed.
    “Different games, Heather. The kink part of my club starts farther down this corridor. In there all you’re going to find are a pool table and table football, as well as a collection of board games.”
    He watched her nod her understanding before adding, “Of course, even those everyday games have been known to transform into something more risqué.”
    As soon as he said the words, his treacherous mind flashed on Heather in a short dress with a deep V-neck, playing pool. He imagined her bending and stretching to hit the ball while her skirt rode up her legs, and her breasts… He felt his cock stirring in his trousers. He didn’t get it. For months now, playing with beautiful, willing and naked women hadn’t been able to excite him. Yet here he was, picturing Heather in a provocative pose and all his systems were firing.
    “Do you play pool, Heather?” The way she blushed made him think she might be able to read his mind.
    “I have been known to shoot