Chapter 1
Shay unconsciously
twisted her emerald ring on her finger, around and around, as the flashy red
BMW pulled up to The Carolinian Hotel.
Her nervousness rivaled the night that she had first walked into Tempest
fetish club all by herself. Lucas had
told her that she had walked into the lion’s den that night. Only tonight, there would be two lions to
contend with, two alpha males that she was foolishly planning to play against
each other. She barely knew Jonathan, but
she could tell from the stare-down that he and Lucas had engaged in at the fet
club in London that he was not someone to just roll over when challenged. And the fact that he had been in the club in
the first place let her know that he was also a sexual Dominant, just like
Lucas.
Shay’s sex pulsed
lightly as she recalled the intensity of the two men as she was caught up in
their silent confrontation. Had it
really been over her?
Yes, she reassured herself for the
thousandth time. Lucas was definitely acting possessive. And lust had definitely filled Jonathan’s
eyes as he studied her naked body with appreciation. Shay could hardly grasp the concept of not
one but two ridiculously beautiful
men desiring her. Maybe this was all
some fantasy that she had just cooked up in her head. After all, Lucas hadn’t contacted her since
they had returned to the US three days ago.
Thank god she hadn’t
seen him at the architecture firm since then; she didn’t know if she could see
him again and keep a clear head. It had
been all she could do to focus on her work this week, burying herself in
drawings and calculations in order to shove back memories of her time in
London, of Lucas’ burning green eyes.
And of the coldness that she had seen in them on their last day
together.
She could just try
to play at his game, to pretend that their weekend meant nothing to her and
move on with her life. But that was
impossible now that he had shown her what complete submission could feel like. She wanted more of it. And she wanted more of it with him.
So tonight, she
was going to make a play for him, to see which man was the real Lucas: the warm
one who mixed rigidity with tenderness, or the cold, closed one who showed her
nothing but callousness. The two sides
of him were too disparate to both be genuine.
She felt slightly
guilty for using Jonathan in her ploy, but he didn’t seem the type to get bent
out of shape over losing a potential conquest.
Where Lucas was all dark intensity, Jonathan gave off a carefree air. Still, he was a Dom, and she didn’t think
that he would take too kindly to being manipulated if he figured out what she
was up to. Hating herself slightly for
being disingenuous, Shay swallowed down her niggling doubts about her plan as
the car door was opened for her.
Grasping the hand
offered to her, Shay glanced up to see that it was Jonathan who was helping her
out of the car. She suddenly needed the
aid of that strong hand to steady herself as she took in all of him for the
second time. At six feet tall, he was a
few inches shorter than Lucas, but the broadness of his shoulders told her that
he was no less muscular. A mischievous smile
was playing around the corners of his full mouth, and his blue eyes danced with
a playful light.
“Good evening,
Shay,” he said as she fought to balance on her suddenly shaky legs.
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