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day of classes, she’d gathered the courage to stand naked in front of the class—and look how that had turned out.
    The school had respected her hard limits, including not wanting to engage in intercourse with people she barely knew. Sex was too…personal. Jumping in too quickly could have disastrous ramifications as had happened in the past. With Marc, she’d invested too much of herself in their three short months together, convinced they were well-matched until his inability to commit to anything more than being her Top in the bedroom became clear.
    Such a dark, mixed-up time in her life. Just before she met Marc she’d been dismissed from her job because some jealous wife thought she had designs on her husband. As if she had time to be involved with a married man while trying to establish her career. Christ, she’d barely dated since her undergrad days. What surgeon had time for extracurricular activities? It was one of the reasons she’d decided to take some time for herself during this forced recuperation period following her unexpected illness during her last contracted assignment.
    In retrospect, perhaps she’d come up with the notion that she wanted to have a Master/slave dynamic with Marc because of the insecurity she’d experienced at the time. She’d been so ashamed of being fired from a successful practice that she hadn’t even told Marc about her career going down the tubes. She’d hung on to the misbelief that she wanted to be a slave long after he’d left. By the time he showed up on her doorstep a year later, she’d begun the application process for a position with the humanitarian medical team. The only thing that had become clear in all that misery was that she needed to find a way to serve others. Performing cosmetic surgery on affluent patients wasn’t why she’d gone to medical school.
    Being sent to war-ravaged, impoverished areas in a global effort to ease suffering had been the best decision in her life. Meeting Heidi had been a turning point, though. Having been shut off from any BDSM activities for nearly four years, her desire to explore again had become acute. She wanted to meet someone interested in at least being her Top for play scenes to help release some stress when inundated at work and nothing short of submission could keep her from becoming too overwhelmed.
    The image of her bent over Kristoffer Larson’s desk flashed across her mind, bringing her back to the classroom. Why him and not Gunnar? She had no clue if Kristoffer was Dominant. Alpha? Most definitely. But not just any Dom would be able to maintain control of a strong-willed alpha sub.
    Kristoffer hadn’t expressed any interest other than an appreciation of her nude body. She needed more than a physical attraction this time around. Before starting another relationship, she intended to take her time and make sure she was compatible for the long haul. At thirty-eight, with no expectations of marriage or children, she wanted to find someone at the very least who shared interests with her, had the ability to hold intelligent conversations, and most definitely possessed a deep, mutual respect for her.
    Pamela sighed. She didn’t want to shut men out the way her mom did, but she also didn’t want to hook up with the wrong one again, either. She enjoyed the company of men as friends and colleagues, but didn’t see conventional love and marriage as being in the cards for her given her pitiful track record.
    One thing was certain, though. Gone were the days of her trying to live up to someone else’s expectations. This six-week course would be her first big step toward living the life she wanted.
    Speaking of which, focus, woman!
    One of the rules at the academy was to remain consciously in the moment, and here she was with her head in the clouds, as Dad would say. She needed to let go of the past, concentrate, and learn everything she could during her brief time here.
    “Your attention, please.” Mrs. Fieri stared