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hallway was empty, void even of security staff. My fingers trembled as I plunged the key into the lock. Opening the door, I flipped on the light. The familiar surroundings of Drake’s private room began to soothe my agitation.
    Folding down the heavy spread from the king-sized bed, I shook my head. “Damn it! I finally find a Dom that intrigues me and I go and make a total ass out of myself. Priceless! God, I’m such an idiot.” I sighed heavily, pulling down the soft cotton sheets, talking to myself like a mad woman.
    “He probably thinks I’m a ditz. A certifiable loon. And why shouldn’t he? I’ve just confirmed the obvious...I’m worthless. No wonder I can’t find a fucking Dom.”
    Fighting back tears, I set Drake’s favorite lube and a six-pack of condoms on top of a towel next to the bed. “And if I don’t stop acting like a dork, I’ll never find a Dom. Like there’s a chance in hell of that in the first place. I’m so stupid. Shit.”
    I exhaled a heavy sigh as my shoulder sagged in defeat. “And swearing in front of him, now that’s ripe.”
    The more I chastised myself, the angrier I got. Setting four squares of milk chocolate next to the towel, I grabbed a silver ice bucket from the shelf. Tossing in bottles of juice and water, I stomped toward the door, intending to fill the bucket with ice from the machine at the end of the hall. Looking down, I once again slammed into Sir Jordon. The bucket slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor.
    “Oh for shit’s sake!” I whined in frustration as I crouched and righted the bucket, shoving the plastic bottles back inside. My face burned in embarrassment, and I longed to melt into the thick ivory carpet, to vanish from view.
    “Having a bit of trouble with slippery fingers tonight girl?” Sir Jordon chuckled softly.
    “Evidently.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m usually not quite so clumsy.”
    “Think nothing of it,” he whispered. “However, I do have a slight bone to pick with your owner.” Suddenly his tone changed from a carefree timbre to a stern, acrimonious tone.
    “What have I done, Sir?” I jumped to my feet and gazed into his incensed eyes as a tremor passed through my body.
    “Twice now I have asked you one simple question, and twice now you’ve failed to answer me. I’ve come to the conclusion that either a , you are being rudely disrespectful to me on purpose, or b , you’re embarrassed to reveal who your owner is.” He titled his head slightly, a scolding yet erotic fire blazing in his eyes.
    “Or c , Sir. You obviously didn’t think about option c .” I didn’t plan for my voice to project such a sarcastic tone, but he’d backed me into a corner. I had no other option than to miserably confess I was un-owned.
    “What is option c ?” He pursed his decadent lips, his focus on me so intense, I felt like he was piercing my soul.
    “I don’t have one!” I could hear the anger in my voice.
    “You don’t have an option c ?” One eyebrow arched and his handsome face reflected complete confusion.
    “No!” I snapped. “I’m un-owned, goddammit!”
    Convinced that my fate had been sealed, it didn’t seem to matter that my voice was bellicose and condescending. I was a lost cause. No sense trying to hide the obvious. He knew it, and I knew it.
    Pushing past him, I ran to the ice machine, all the while hoping he would go back to the dungeon and leave me to my self-loathing anger. Furiously shoveling ice into the bucket, I didn’t dare look back at Drake’s doorway. Please let him leave. Just make him go away.
    When I turned to find him leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest and watching me through narrowed eyes, my feet issued a slight stuttered step. Damn, but he was gorgeous. Even wearing that ferocious, pissed off expression, he was handsome to a disturbing degree.
    Casting my eyes toward the floor, I stormed back into the room, shoulders slumped. A hint of