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Eve’s
toes. Her panties flooded and her legs wobbled. How quickly he could take
control of the situation and of her body. This was not part of their agreement.
She was not supposed to be the one squirming in her high heels. But she was.
    “Excuse me,” a feminine voice piped up and Eve
welcomed the interruption. The woman it came from was so petite, Eve hardly saw
her standing behind Donavan.
    “Yes?” he acknowledged without letting up on his
grip of Eve.
    “I’ve been instructed to notify you that studio seven
has been prepared for your pleasure. Both of your bags will be waiting in the
room. This is the only key.” She handed it to Donavan and then as stealthy as
she appeared, vanished back into the crowd.
    He dangled the key between them. The jagged metal
glistened in a pale stream of neon light reflecting from the bar and a lump formed
in Eve’s throat. Before Donavan arrived she’d thought this would be the perfect
chance to put his doubts about her being a Mistress to rest and at the same
time maybe have a little fun at his expense. Now, she wasn’t sure.
    Her reaction to him was far more intense than she’d
anticipated and from what she could tell, he didn’t plan on playing the good
slave. If he insisted on trying to dominate her for the remainder of the
weekend, she would end up crumbling and her secret would come out. Steeling
herself against his charm and advances at the office or the courthouse was one
thing but face off with him behind closed doors?
    No. Spending the weekend with him was too
dangerous.
    Fortunately, Caitlyn had predicted a problem like
this arising. After lunch, her blonde bombshell of a best friend had stuffed a
kinky article inside Eve’s purse as a fail-safe.
    “If things get too hot, use
this. When Donavan sees it, I guarantee he’ll back out of the bet. This way,
you’ll come off still looking like the proper Mistress and him, the welcher. It’s
win-win.”
    Eve hoped to hell Caitlyn was right.
    “Care to check out the room?” asked Donavan in a
low drawl.
    “No. No I am not ready to check out the
room,” Eve answered quickly in the coolest tone she could muster. “You are the
slave, remember? I will be the one deciding when we’ll go to the room. Now,
that girl obviously gave you the key because she assumed you were my master.
Considering the death hold you have me in I can understand why, but I don’t
want that mistake made again…so,” she dug deep inside her small handbag and
yanked out the secret weapon, “put this on.”
    Between them, Eve held up a thick leather collar
attached to a shiny silver leash.
    “You can’t be serious,” he scoffed.
    “Can’t I be?” she challenged. “I’m dead serious.
I like my slaves wearing a collar, I find it unbelievably,” she searched her
brain for a convincing word, “sexy.”
    His eyes weren’t calm anymore. They were wild and
daunting and Eve could have sworn there was steam rising from the lapels of his
shirt. Just the reaction she was counting on.
    “Every minute you delay will be one more minute I
parade you around here as my new toy,” she added.
    Silence fell between them. Unnerving silence.
    As Donavan stared at the collar, his scowl
deepened and Eve’s heart thundered in her head. He’s not seriously considering
wearing it? Is he?
    Being a Dom, Donavan should have loathed the very
idea of the leather strap fastened around his neck. Only a submissive would
feel privileged to be on the end of her leash and showcased as her possession.
So what the hell was taking him so long to call the bet off?
    Eve lifted the collar to his throat. “Here, let
me help you.”
    His hand shot up and closed around her wrist. Eve’s
breath caught as her pulse beat wildly under his strong fingers.
    “Let go of me,” she whispered in a harsh tone.
    The muscle in his jaw flexed and his eyes turned
a darker, more dangerous shade of gray than she’d ever seem them before. “You don’t want to do this, Eve.”
    Refusing