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     day tomorrow.”
    As they walked toward Deacon’s car, he said, “What were you and Gil talking about?
     It looked intense.”
    He could bounce the idea of hiring Maddox Byerly off Deacon, but he wanted to run
     it by Shiori first. Get her financial take on it. “His sister is going through a divorce.
     He just needed someone to talk to.”
    “Thank god it was you and not me who got roped into that conversation.”
    “One of these days, Deacon, the idea of talking things out with someone won’t send
     you running toward the nearest strip club for validation that you’ve got balls.”
    “Don’t bet on it.”

CHAPTER THREE
    SATURDAY night Shiori walked into the main lounge area of Twisted like she owned the place.
     The immediate buzz of interest fed her ego, which hadn’t been stroked in so long she’d
     almost forgotten that feeling of power.
    The first man to approach her was Merrick McBride, the club’s owner. He clasped both
     of her hands in his and kissed her cheeks. “Mistress B, it’s an honor that you’ve
     joined us.”
    “Thank you.” She looked around the space—a horseshoe-shaped bar, a large meet-and-greet
     lounge area with couches, chairs, and floor cushions. The hallways that led to the
     private playrooms allowed for a separation of casual conversation from serious play.
    Master Merrick gave her a slow perusal. For tonight’s fun and games, Shiori had donned
     a platinum wig and a cream-colored lace mask. She’d gone for the traditional Domme
     look in clothing: a black leather vest with burgundy laces up the front, a pair of
     hip-hugging burgundy leather pants, and four-inch black platform booties.
    She fought the urge to fiddle with the gold band adorning her wrist, which denoted
     her Domme status at the club. “Do I pass inspection, Master Merrick?”
    His hungry gaze met hers. “You are stunning. You’ll have subsfalling at your feet tonight.” He cocked his head. “I’m curious about the mask. When
     I did your background check, I was told that’s always been part of your persona at
     the club in Tokyo.”
    “So why would I continue that here in the United States when there’s a slim possibility
     someone will recognize me?” She leaned in. “Besides the fact I’m Ronin Black’s sister?”
    “Your brother hasn’t been here in ages. Which is unfortunate for me, from a business
     standpoint, because we have some of our biggest crowds when he gives demos.”
    “I imagine the
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master is a huge draw to show off his rope skills. He’s been through a lot of changes
     in the past several months, but I’m confident he will return to do demos at some point.”
     Ronin’s wife had put off any discussion of Ronin doing bondage demos while he was
     on medical restrictions due to injuries. But Shiori knew now that he’d been cleared
     by his doctors, his need to teach would force that issue between them—sooner rather
     than later. “I assume you mentioned my pending membership to my brother?”
    Master Merrick shook his head. “I merely verified you’re his sister. It’s against
     the rules to divulge members’ names—real or the personas they choose to use.”
    Shiori touched the mask. “Which is why I wore this. It’s become such a part of Mistress
     B that I felt naked without it.”
    “It adds another layer of mystery to the exotically beautiful Mistress you already
     are.” He kissed her hand again. “Anytime you decide you want to test your limits on
     whether you might be a switch, you let me know. I would love to tear that mask away
     and see the real woman beneath.”
    Her belly did a slow curl. She touched Master Merrick’s face. He was beautiful, the
     epitome of an all-American guy with his classically handsome looks, athletic body,
     and easy charm. He definitely had that Master’s way about him—where she felt the pull
     to do what he commanded. “You are a dangerously sexy man, MasterMerrick. You almost make me question my