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be, and she had no desire to go wandering around telling the world she was thinking of letting a man tie her up. Bad enough doing it in public without having to talk about it. But if she could justify a late night and the resulting morning off from studying her craft, she had to stay safe. As hot as Aidan was, she wanted to be sensible.
    Alex Allison was standing in the living room, talking to the same blonde Aidan had been talking to. Sheila. Alex was wearing a short purple latex dress, her breasts pushed into two demi-spheres above the skintight fabric. Her golden-blonde hair was in ringlets, the old-fashioned hairdo in an odd contrast to the shiny clothing, but somehow it worked for her.
    Two men were nearby. One she recognized as Dylan, Alex’s husband, whom she’d met at the wedding, looking sinfully decadent in a long black velvet tailcoat, tight pants tucked into high leather boots, and a shirt with a froth of white lace. He reminded
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    Constance of a vampire caught in the clothing style of his youth, although he hadn’t seemed out of place in a tux as a member of the wedding party. The man with him was tall, lanky, dressed in old black jeans and a T-shirt. He had one hand on Sheila’s shoulder. Sheila had a black leather collar. Was it just a fashion statement? In this place, it was possible, but it might also be something more. Still, surely she didn’t wear that sort of thing all the time. People would stare.
    Alex, she noticed, had a gold chain around her neck, with a tiny lock in the middle that was studded with diamonds.
    Constance walked up and waited, not wanting to interrupt.
    “So then he gets out the single tail,” said Sheila. “That thing stings like you wouldn’t believe.”
    “I know,” said Alex, who nodded in Constance’s direction.
    “So I’ve got all these marks on my ass now, and— Oh, hi. Those raspberry things were delicious.”
    Constance smiled. “Thank you. There are some left in a box in the kitchen. You might enjoy one for breakfast.”
    “Everything go okay, Constance?” asked Alex.
    “Everything went fine. I just had a few questions.”
    “It can be a lot to take in at first, especially if you’re not used to it. Hope we didn’t embarrass you too much. Or offend you.”
    “Um, no, um, well, I’m not as innocent as I look.” Or at least I don’t want to admit it.
    Alex arched her eyebrows. “What were your questions?”
    “Well, um, Aidan asked…” She stopped, realizing she was blushing. Darn it! She was a sophisticated woman and ought to be able to just spit it out. “He said he asked you if…”
    “You’re welcome to stay and enjoy as much as you like, Constance.” Thank goodness Alex hadn’t wanted to make it any harder on her than necessary. She bet
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    someone like Valerie would have tried to make her squirm. Would Aidan? She didn’t know. That wasn’t part of the attraction, was it?
    “Is he safe?”
    “Aidan? Hmm.” Alex looked thoughtful. “That depends on what you mean. He won’t hurt you. He won’t bite, unless you ask. He’s a good dom. But…”
    “But what?”
    “Safe for your heart? There’s lots of levels of safety. Aidan won’t damage your body, but I don’t think he has any interest in a relationship. He’s more the love-’em-and-leave-’em type.”
    “I don’t have time for a relationship anyway,” Constance said quickly. She never thought of herself as the type of person to do something sexual without one either. And even though she’d ruled out having sex with him, this was definitely sexual. She didn’t know if she could keep her heart out of it, but she was going to try.
    “It’s okay, hon. Good girls can and do.” Alex winked at her.
    “Bad girls too,” offered Sheila.
    Alex shot Sheila a dirty look.
    “He said that if I said ‘danger’ at any time, people would jump up to stop whatever he was doing to me. It’s kinda hard imagining people stopping