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them, but something about the man seemed off. He kept looking around as if he expected someone to be following him.
    Very strange.
    The woman with the man said something to him, and he grabbed her arm so tightly, she winced. He leaned his head down and whatever he said made the woman shake her head. Meagan disliked the guy on sight. She typically thought herself to be a good judge of character and this man had
bad news
written all over him.
    They had made it to the door, and Master C very animatedly refused to let them in. The man argued, but Master C stood his ground, and within seconds, two security guards rushed past her. One look at the rather large and well-built security guards, and the man backed down. He shouted something to Master C, but grabbed the woman and walked back to his car.
    Master C and one of the guards stayed where they were. She supposed to ensure he stayed away. But the second guard came back inside.
    Meagan couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Who was that?” as he went by.
    â€œA troublemaker, Mistress,” he replied. “He’s been blackballedfrom every club in the area. Don’t know why he keeps trying to get in one, and for the life of me, I don’t understand why a woman would be with him.”
    â€œOh?” She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
    â€œWord is he’s not one to follow safe, sane, and consensual rules.”
    The woman at the man’s side flashed in her mind. Why would she be with him? She didn’t like any of the answers that came to mind.
    â€œNo need to worry, though.” The man had obviously mistaken her silence. “I’ll keep you and everyone else safe. He won’t be back anytime soon.”
    Suddenly, she felt sick and the elation she felt earlier had disappeared. All she really wanted to do in that second was go home, put on some pajamas, and eat ice cream.
    â€œI know you will,” she assured him. “But I’ve had a long day and don’t feel in the mood anymore. If you know what I mean.”
    â€œYes, indeed.” He looked over his shoulder. “I’m sure he’s long gone, but it’d make me feel a lot better if you’d let me walk you to your car.”
    â€œI’d appreciate it. Thank you.”
    *   *   *
    S aturday came with no further word from The Taskmaster, but Meagan still found herself out of sorts. She told herself she was an idiot. All she was doing was posing for Luke. Which, she begrudgingly agreed, she hadn’t done in fifteen years.
    She pulled up to the driveway of the address he’d given her and gawked at the house. Either photography or building clubs or the combination of both had been good to him. His housewas a grand contemporary wooden structure. Slowly, she proceeded up the drive, taking in as many details as she could of the manicured yard.
    Luke met her at the door.
    â€œYour place is beautiful,” she said, instead of saying hello.
    â€œAnd you’re surprised about that?” he asked, a hint of amusement tickling his lips.
    â€œNo, well, yes, I mean . . .” She took a deep breath. “It’s just not how I pictured a bachelor who builds BDSM clubs to live.”
    â€œThen come on inside.” The amusement wasn’t even a hint anymore; a grin covered his entire face. “I have the living room set up as a harem and a padded table and St. Andrew’s Cross where the kitchen should go. But in order to get there, we’ll have to step over all the mattresses I put out along the hallway to accommodate the many orgies I host.”
    â€œYou are such an ass.” She pushed his chest to move him out of the way and stepped into the foyer.
    He captured her wrist. “You’re on my turf now, sweetheart.”
    She didn’t want him to see how the veiled warning made her knees weak and her heart race. “I’m here for you to photograph, nothing else, so drop the Dom