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what?”
    “Until your roommate stumbles in.”
    She grinned wider. It was refreshing to be with someone who knew so little about her
     world. Even Bryce, for all his surface charm, got a little tiresome about showing
     off her lead dancer status, as well as her comp show seats and other perks, to all
     his friends. “The lead gets her own room, Mr. Burnett.”
    His groin pulsed against hers. “Dear fuck.”
    She giggled again. “Yes, please.”
    He dipped his gaze to her lips and kissed her soundly there again before returning
     her to her feet with a reluctant expression. “In that case, grab your phone.”
    Her smile fell. “ Qué ? Why?”
    “Safe call.” His brows jumped when Zoe stared like he’d just said squirrel farts . “You think I’m going to ask for your nakedness and trust after knowing me a little
     over an hour, without a safety net of some sort?” His gaze turned dark bronze. “You
     need to call or text a friend, preferably one who isn’t drunk at the terminal, and
     tell them that if you don’t re-contact them in three hours, they need to call the
     Los Angeles PD and send them to this room.”
    “ Mierda .” Zoe had slipped her cell from her pocket but now froze, eyeing him as if the squirrel
     had done more than fart on him. “You’re joking, right?”
    The air gained a chill as Shane stepped back, clasping his hands at the small of his
     back and widening his stance. “Not by any stretch of the word. Your trust is key to
     me, dancer. As much as you’ll give me, as far as you’ll let me go. The power here
     belongs to you as much as me, and having a back-up for your safety gives us a clearer
     path to that.”
    He looked thoroughly dominant now. Totally breathtaking. Nevertheless, Zoe blurted
     in confusion, “I’m still not sure I understand.”
    The man stiffened his stance and shook his head. Great. He had her a little scared
     as well as a lot muddled now.
    “Why don’t you sit?”
    His stiffened stance and hardened jaw told her the polite phrasing was a courtesy.
     As tempted as she was to go for a cheeky comeback, something in her psyched nixed
     the move.
    She lowered her butt onto the edge of the bed.
    Shane positioned himself directly in front of her. She looked down at his shiny black
     dress shoes, strangely afraid about looking up again—and embracing that sweet thrill.
    “Zoe, what do you want from this—from me—tonight?”
    A pile of rocks tumbled into the base of her throat. “You—you just want me to say
     it?”
    “That would be the purpose of the question. Yes.”
    “I—I just can’t—”
    “Take a deep breath. I’m not asking for fancy words. Just tell me the way you did
     when you explored the D/s dynamic with others.”
    She nervously licked her lips. “There weren’t others . There was only one, okay? And he sure as hell didn’t ask me questions like that.”
    Burnett let out a slow but dense breath. “Let me guess,” he stated. “The conversation
     revolved around how you’d serve him , all the things he’d do to you, and all the pleasure he’d get out of it?”
    Zoe pressed her hands together between her thighs, sandwiching her phone with them.
     The sizzle from their kiss had faded from the room, aided by the palpable tension
     from Shane—no doubt because he discerned how her silence confirmed his accusation.
    In return, she couldn’t let go of her astonishment. How had he known? He’d quoted,
     nearly word for word, what Bryce had said to her on both their disastrous visits to
     the dungeon outside Henderson. But he hadn’t been the only Dom in the place saying
     things like that. She’d simply been the only sub who couldn’t seem to get mushy from
     it.
    “He wasn’t a bad guy, okay? Just because I couldn’t get with the program or be turned-on because—”
    “Your Dom didn’t learn anything about your needs before you two stepped into the dungeon?”
    “Look, we dated for a few months first. We got along great. He