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here unannounced. And right now? Patience’s parents are on their way. Does she even care that the entire parking lot is under twenty-four-hour surveillance?”
    Kimberly casually brushed a fallen curl away from her right eye. “Ansley, this is Wyatt Clanton. Wyatt, this is my sister—”
    “Nice to meet you, Wyatt. I’ve seen you here at the club in recent weeks,” Ansley said, seemingly too busy to give him a second glance. Her gaze was pinned to the window.
    “Ansley, you’re being rude,” Kimberly said.
    “I’m being rude?” She slung her arm at the window. “Mitch has ruined our big sister. Do you see what is going on out there?” She stamped her foot. “Do you?”
    Kimberly used her forefinger to catch that stray hair again. She glanced at Wyatt and forced a smile. “You’ll have to overlook Ansley. She’s a bit melodramatic at times.”
    “I’m not offended in the least,” he said, thoroughly amused by Ansley’s theatrics and Kimberly’s delicate way of handling the public acts unfolding in her parking lot.
    Ansley thinned her lips. Her nostrils flared. “You aren’t going to do anything about this?”
    “What would you like for me to do exactly?” Kimberly asked calmly.
    Ansley slapped her hand against her thigh. “Well I guess there isn’t anything we can do. Is there?”
    “Probably not.”
    A second later, Ansley grunted and disappeared.
    “She’s like a disruptive wind,” Kimberly explained. “One minute she’s whistling at an ear-piercing pitch and the next minute, she retreats. Most of the time we don’t even know she’s blown through here except on the rare occasions when her temper tantrum flares then she leaves quite a stir in her wake.”
    “I heard that,” she called out from behind closed doors.
    “And I knew she did.”
    He laughed. “So where were we?”
    Slender fingers raked across her brow as he became completely entranced by her pretty oval face. “I guess after that outburst, I should apologize.”
    “Why?” Wyatt asked.
    “For Mitch and Trixie.”
    “They aren’t bothering me. Are they a distraction for you?”
    “No,” she replied. “Then again, I’m used to the lifestyle.”
    “Are you?” He leaned forward, totally intrigued. Now they were moving the conversation along in a direction he liked.
    “Look around, Wyatt. Surely you don’t think I walk through this club with blinders on.”
    “I’ve watched you when the lights are dim and the patrons are here. No, Kimberly, you don’t strike me as a woman who wears shades and only sees what she wants to see.”
    “Pretending not to notice public sex acts borders the impossible when the club is open for business.”
    “So you understand what’s transpiring out in your parking lot at this very minute.”
    She shifted in her chair. There was a darker quality to her brown eyes then, but he only saw the richer shade difference for a moment. She immediately dipped her head and kept her gaze downcast.
    Wyatt stroked his chin and studied her. She’d been trained properly, schooled in Domination and submission, and showed an outright sign of submissiveness then.
    “Look at me,” he rasped. This woman could have him by the balls at the turn of a hand.
    She tilted her head and focused on the window before returning her gaze to him. His entire body went rigid at her defiance. He swallowed once, thinking of how he’d love to test her and use his dominance to strengthen her role as a submissive woman.
    Think, hell. Tests were among life’s greatest pleasures.
    “What is this meeting about?”
    “Look out the window, Kimberly.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “I want you to tell me what you see.”
    She started to defy him. Rebellion existed in her body language and facial expression.
    “I want a vivid description. Tell me.”
    Kimberly stared at his mouth as if she were totally enchanted by his lips. She acted as if the request proved too enticing to refuse, yet she didn’t avert her gaze again.