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been amazing tonight.” He pressed a soft kiss on her lips in front of the door. “If you have any questions I can help you with, I’m only a phone call away.”
    Before she could utter another word, Thomas led her out the door and down to her car. He opened her door and ushered her in. Apparently satisfied she was all set, he backed away and waved goodbye before slipping back into his mysterious house.
    She stared at the red brick façade with its neatly trimmed hedge.
    What the fuck had just happened?

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Thomas walked into the media room in the back of his house and took a seat in one of the plush chairs located in front of the big screen television. The idea of returning to the living room cramped his stomach. Instead, he needed some space and time to clear his head after the scene with the enigmatic Gabrielle. The potent combination of her fear and bravado pulled at him even now. Talk about a conundrum. Surprisingly, he’d been only moments away from taking things too far too soon.
    He stared at the blank black screen in front of him as he replayed the evening with Gabrielle in his mind over and over. He’d barely expected her to show up let alone go through with everything he’d asked. Under his hand, she’d begun to bloom with only the barest of encouragement. Sure he’d sensed apprehension, but the underlying need had fought for dominance and won. Now, his mind raced and his dick throbbed with a desire for this woman that worried him. He couldn’t afford to let anyone get under his skin. That knowledge didn’t dissuade him from acknowledging his need for a submissive. Some things could only be ignored for so long.
    It had to have been her eagerness to please that got to him. So many of the submissives he met these days were jaded beyond their years. The needs that so often brought people to the lifestyle were often consuming, and it was the many players that often left women like Gabrielle broken in their wake.
    “Here. You look like you need this.”
    Thomas stared at the tumbler of amber liquid his friend and houseguest David held in front of his face.
    “Thanks.” He reached for the glass and swallowed the shot. The rich smooth alcohol began to warm his throat and insides immediately.
    “So that was the woman you told me about? The one looking for a Dom?” David dropped into the chair next to Thomas and extended his legs in front of him, his feet resting on the coffee table.
    “Gabrielle.” He loved the way her name rolled from his tongue. He’d listened to Angel refer to her as Gabby more than once, but he refused to acknowledge the nickname. He loved the lyrical sound of her full name being pronounced not to mention it suited her far better than the girlish abbreviation.
    “She’s beautiful,” David sipped at his glass before he continued, “and from the sound of things, very responsive. I really enjoyed her screams. My dick’s been hard since the first one.”
    Thomas smiled despite the tension surging through him. “I know what you mean. She was more than I expected. Although, she’s possibly a little on the naïve side. It’s obvious how much this means to her, but I suspect the emotional aspect will be intense. I’m not sure she’s the right candidate for us.”
    “Who’s emotions are you really talking about?”
    Thomas turned sharply to meet David’s gaze. His friend had every right to ask the hard questions, but that didn’t mean Thomas had to like them.
    “Haven’t you always said how it’s impossible to separate the emotions from a Dom/sub relationship?” David asked.
    Thomas relaxed into the leather chair once again. “Which is exactly why I can’t take this lightly. The goal is not to get her attached to me.”
    David swirled the liquid in his glass. “Or for you to get attached to her, right? Maybe it’s time to rethink your position.”
    Tension arced between them at David’s insinuation. No. Nothing had happened to change