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like-minded individuals.
    She shivered. Could it be that easy? Somehow she doubted it. But where else was she going to start her search? Her cursor hovered over the telephone number listed on the site. She reached for the cordless phone she kept by the computer and punched the On button.
    For several long seconds, she listened to the dial tone. When it started its obnoxious loud beeping to let her know it was still on and she wasn’t dialing, she turned it off and stared at the computer monitor.
    Then she turned the phone back on. And off. And on. Cripes. What could possibly be so bad about calling the place? It wasn’t like they could reach through the phone, snatch her bald and leave her tied up and naked on the floor. Though, if the guy were hot enough, she might be up for it.
    She touched the phone to her forehead and closed her eyes. Just do it, Faith. You just want information. They don’t even have to know your name.
    Taking a deep breath, she punched the On button and quickly dialed the series of numbers. She put the phone to her ear and squeezed her eyes shut in dread. Maybe they wouldn’t answer.
    Her stomach gave a painful lurch when a smooth male voice offered a greeting.
    “Hello?” he said again when she didn’t respond right away.
    “Uh, hello,” she offered, barely able to squeeze the words from her lips. “I was calling for some information. I mean, I saw your club, er uh, your establishment on the internet.”
    “What’s your name?” the man asked cheerfully.
    Damn. She guessed they would know her name after all.
    “It’s Faith,” she said, not volunteering her last.
    “Hi, Faith. My name is Damon, and I’ll be happy to answer whatever questions you may have.”
    She relaxed a teeny bit. “Well, the thing is, you see, I’m not sure what questions to ask.”
    “Ah. Okay then let me ask you a question.”
    “Oh. Okay. I guess.”
    “What is it you hope to find at our establishment?”
    “Not much of a loaded question,” she muttered.
    Damon chuckled. “Don’t be shy, Faith. There isn’t anything you could possibly say that would shock me. Or make me judge you. I can’t help you if you aren’t honest with me.”
    Her mouth went dry. Moment of truth. How to tell a complete stranger what it was she was looking for when she wasn’t completely sure herself?
    “I want…” She sucked in another deep breath and started over. “I want a man to take control. Take. Not ask. In all aspects. Not just sexually.” She broke off, but still Damon waited, as if sensing she wasn’t yet done. “I want to be taken care of,” she finished softly.
    “You want to be dominated.”
    The word still made her uncomfortable, but in essence, that was precisely what she wanted. So she muttered a low agreement.
    “There’s no reason to feel shame for your desires,” Damon said gently. “A woman who knows who she is and what she wants is the most beautiful of creatures.”
    The compliment brought a delighted smile to her face until she realized she was giddy over a phone call with a stranger who, for all she knew, could be getting his rocks off while listening to her fantasies.
    She cringed at that mental image.
    “Membership is very exclusive here and offered sparingly. If you like, you can set up an appointment time to come and tour our facility. Once you’ve seen what we have to offer, then you can make a decision as to whether you’d like to pursue membership within our confines.”
    She swallowed the knot growing in her throat. “I’d like that.”
    “Fair warning. If you come, you should know what you’re getting into. This won’t be a trip through the halls of the manor where you’ll look at empty rooms and unused furniture. You’ll come at our busiest time. And you’ll see all.”
    Her eyes widened, and she wondered just what all she would see. Her heart did a strange pitter-patter, and she realized she was excited. Looking forward to the tour.
    “When can we set it up?” she