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consider anyone else. So if you meet her and don’t feel a spark, be easy with her and try to help her find someone who could help her.”
    After tossing back the rest of his stout in two big gulps, Bryan stood and set the empty bottle down. Excitement started to fizzle through him, and he actually felt awake for the first time in months. Knowing she’d seen him doing a scene and had been attracted to him was not only a nice boost to his ego but a necessary step if he was going to dominate her in a sexual way. Without any chemistry between them, any attempt at BDSM play would be a complete and utter disaster. The spark had to be there to make it work sexually, and that was as true in BDSM as it was in any vanilla relationship.
    He smoothed the front of his black suit and straightened his cuffs. “You said she saw me do a scene, but that really doesn’t mean anything other than enjoying watching me. Does she have any idea what she’s in for? What Dominance and submission is really about? Fuck the sadist and masochist stuff for now. I need to know if she has any idea what it means to submit.”
    “Academically, yes.” Jesse stood as well, stretching out his back. “Before you meet her, I should mention one thing.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Her name is Kira Harmony.”
    Bryan tried to put the name of the popular actress and the woman Jesse had described together. Even he knew who Kira Harmony was, and he rarely paid attention to anything. Kira’s exploits were known the world over, from partying with princes to skydiving over the Grand Canyon. She’d starred in a number of action movies, a few of which he’d seen. A very pretty woman with auburn hair and big golden-brown eyes. Too thin for his taste, but he’d wait and see what the past four years had done to her.
    Rubbing his face, he blew out a tense breath. Bloody fuck, did the paparazzi still follow her around? He’d left England to avoid the paparazzi and had worked hard in the States to fall out of the public eye. While he knew no photographers or media got anywhere near Wicked, thanks to its influential members, he didn’t always want to scene at the club. He worried if he invited her to his home, she’d come with some camera-flashing baggage.
    If he helped this woman, he could be exposing himself and his family to further embarrassment. All it took was one photographer, one tabloid to recognize him, and he was sure that fucking video of him whipping that evil bitch, then fucking her would surface again. His humiliation at being blackmailed would be plastered all over the world. Sometimes he wished he’d just paid the bitch the money, but at the time, his stupid, naive principals had demanded he do the right thing and turn her in. Unfortunately, as soon as he did that, the video went up briefly on the Internet, and every news agency had latched onto it with glee. The resulting scandal had destroyed his life back in London and cost him his family. He didn’t know if he could go through that again. Except this time it would drag down an innocent woman with him if he was photographed with Kira. The very thought made him ill.
    He should stay as far away from her as possible.
    Her image came to mind, some picture he’d seen in a magazine. He remembered her because of her flaming red hair. He’d always had a thing for redheads, to the point of obsession, and she was about as ginger as one could get. Pale skin, freckles, and long red hair. Too bad she was so skinny. He liked a woman with meat on her bones, softness to cushion him, padding to grab on to.
    “How sexually experienced is she? I don’t want to scare her right out the gate by doing something too edgy.”
    Jesse blew out a harsh breath. “She’s only slept with two men. The one who took her virginity and the one who broke up with her after they tried to have intercourse last year.”
    Bryan gave a sympathetic wince. “Ouch.”
    “Yeah. Kira said she tried, she really did, but the pillow