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to get me away from you, they will.”
    That sounded safe. Not that she knew any of these people who would come rescue her.
    The idea of being tied up in front of everyone made her warm. It would be embarrassing, but it was kind of sexy. But everyone there seemed to be taking their clothes off, and being naked in front of everyone was more than embarrassment. That would border on humiliation. “I get to keep my clothes on,” she said, and then realized that she’d practically agreed to the rest.
    “Mostly. Your jacket comes off.”
    “All I’ve got on underneath that is a bra!” Alex had warned her that it got hot in the ballroom when it was crowded with people. The jacket covered her, so she hadn’t worn a blouse under it the way she usually did.
    “Good. I want to be able to touch your skin.”
    She shook her head. “It’s too much.” Somehow, the fact that other people were wearing far less didn’t help. Her bra covered her as well as a swimsuit would. It wasn’t lacy or transparent, just plain white satin. She was tempted occasionally to buy herself
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    some nice lingerie, but she was trying to save all the money she could, so she bought whatever underwear would fit, provide support, and was on sale.
    “Nonetheless.”
    Her gaze locked with his. She tried to stare him down, but he wasn’t budging.
    “Everything else stays on,” she said.
    “Everything else stays on. Even your panties.”
    “And you’re not getting into my panties, either.” That would be totally awful, in front of everyone, if people were to watch him put his hand there. Even though the thought of it made her wet. This was the kind of place where people did things like that. He was the kind of man who would do them.
    “Not unless you beg.”
    “I’m not going to be doing any begging.” That would be even worse. But his confidence was arousing.
    “If I’m in a generous mood, asking politely might suffice.”
    She ignored that. It wasn’t going to happen. “No pain.”
    “Well, I can’t always be sure what someone else will think of as pain and what they’ll think of as pleasure. I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. But nothing I do will be causing any damage. You won’t have any bruises or anything like that. You won’t be aching when we’re done, unless it’s from desire that you refuse to let me satisfy.”
    “You do have an active fantasy life, don’t you?”
    He chuckled. “A friend of mine once asked her dom if he had any fantasies. He told her he didn’t—he just had plans for the evening. But yes, I do have an active fantasy life. For the most part, I try to make my fantasies come true. And hopefully, my partner’s as well.”
    She nodded, thinking about her own fantasies. They hadn’t involved a place like Bondage Ranch or leather clothes or whips. But they did involve a man like Aidan:
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    cocky, tall, capable of overpowering her anytime he wanted. The sort of man who wouldn’t be safe to be alone with unless she wanted be held down and ravished all night long. And yeah, someone who might tie her up.
    For a moment, she wanted to tell him what she had told her fantasy man a dozen times: that he could do anything he wanted to her. And then she made a face. I’m not that stupid.
    “What are you thinking?”
    “I’m thinking I’m going to check on your references. Starting by asking Ms.
    Allison—Alex. And on whether what you said about the safe word is true. If you want to fold the tables and put them away and get all my stuff near the door while I do that, we can carry it out my car together.”
    She half expected him to get prickly, but instead, he grinned. “Smart girl. The more at ease you are, the more we’ll both enjoy ourselves, so check on me thoroughly.
    I’ll be waiting for you in the dungeon.”
    He walked away. He was so confident that she almost felt she didn’t need to ask.
    His manner told her what the answers would