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she was. And then he tied his towel around his waist.
    “Seven o’clock?”
    She swallowed. “Yeah.”
    “Can’t wait.” He gave her a slow, smoldering look and left the pool room.
    It took Anya a good ten minutes to realize she was staring into space, while naked people got dressed around her.

Chapter Three
    Clint had a hard-on that didn’t want to go down. It was a little embarrassing. He was a Dom, for Chrissakes. He should have more control over himself.
    “You’re early,” Max said when he stepped into the dojo. Max was rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. Ever since he’d hooked up with Colleen’s sister, Mallory, Max’s dungeon days were spent with his fiancée more than with Club Inferno’s paying customers.
    “I need to get my head together before the class starts.”
Both of them.
    “Everything okay with the family?” Max asked as he headed to the storage closet.
    Clint rolled his eyes. “As far as I know.” His mother and father were carnies. They traveled with a circus all over the world. “Last time I talked to them, they were in Budapest.” His mother was a fortune-teller and his father worked wherever the circus needed him. Clint was a bit of a disappointment to them. As an only child, he had been expected to follow along in the family business. He had wanted to dance on Broadway. That dream died quickly, but New York City was the best place to learn other skills. Nowadays, he was saving up cash to open a tequila tasting bar.
    “Help me with the mats?” Max asked.
    Clint dragged four of the heavy floor mats and let them slam to the ground. He would not think of tossing Anya down on top of one and stripping her out of that sleek black one-piece. Too late. He groaned.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “I got a date tonight,” Clint said, running his fingers through his hair self-consciously.
    “No shit?” Max said. “With that redhead Chenille?”
    He racked his brain.
Who? Oh, yeah. Chenille.
They had a nice couple of times, but she had chosen Master Steve over him. Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered him. Plenty of fish in the sea, after all. But he had overheard her talking to a friend about him. “Clint’s nice enough to look at. But when he’s talking I just want to go, ‘Shhhh, no one cares what you think, pretty boy.’ ”
    Whatever, she’s Steve’s problem now.
    “No, but she is a model.” Clint smiled at the memory of his first glimpse of Anya. It was in an ad for lingerie. He thought she was gorgeous then. It was because of her that he had a thing for black lace.
    “Careful you don’t play too hard. Does she know about Club Inferno?”
    “Actually, you know her. It’s Anya.”
    Max winced. “Man, are you sure about that? Anya’s a real nice girl.”
    “What? I can’t date nice girls?” Clint didn’t really date as much as he had sex with a lot of women, but still. Most of them were nice.
    “You tend to go with women who know the score a bit more.”
    “Anya works here. She and Colleen used to work in Las Vegas together. She knows how the world works.” Besides, she was different. He could see himself spending time with her outside of the dungeon. When was the last time he’d had a dinner date? Clint shook his head. He couldn’t remember.
    “Mallory will kill me if she gets hurt,” Max said.
    “Why would she kill you?” Mallory was an emergency room doctor and the only time he’d ever seen her get violent was when she’d coldcocked her sister’s ex. He had first seen Anya in person when Mallory was taking his self-defense class. When Anya showed up after class, Clint almost cracked a rib running into the training dummy. She was sassy and sexy and had him so tongue-tied all he could do was stare. Again, as one of Couture’s Doms, it didn’t make him look good. He had tried to get her into the dungeon, but she never showed up. Clint even looked for her on staff development nights. On one of the rare nights she did show up, he had a dungeon