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few moments to collect herself before she put on her game face and looked over who was available. Or maybe one of her regulars would have spotted her by then. When the waiter approached, she ordered her usual—club soda with a twist of lime. The Edge had a two-drink limit, but tonight she had a nice buzz going without it.
    “I see you haven’t changed your drink preference since I last saw you.”
    The deep voice, still familiar after all this time, jolted her like a bolt of lightning. A lean, tanned hand set her drink on the table in front of her and then he was sitting across from her in the other chair. She stared at him, his face showing slight signs of having aged—deeper lines at the eyes and the corners of his mouth—but was otherwise still the same one that haunted her dreams.
    She wet her lips. “I… You… That is…”
    “Yeah. Me, too.” He grinned and the heat washing through her nearly melted her panties.
    “W-Where did you come from? I mean… No, wait.” She took a healthy swallow of her drink while she tried to pull together her scattered thoughts. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
    “I know.” He studied her face, maybe seeking any changes as she had with him. “I was just as stunned to see you sitting here. I had to look twice to make sure it was you.”
    “It’s me.” God, could I sound any more inane? Stupid?
    Silence stretched between them, heavy with sexual memories.
    “Are you a guest here tonight?” he asked at last.
    Kari shook her head. “I’m a member.” Her laugh was shaky. “I live in San Antonio. After…that night in Chicago I…thought I might pursue this a little further.”
    He leant forward, arms folded and resting on the small tabletop. “So I’m assuming you decided you really liked it. That the things we…started gave you a taste you enjoyed.”
    She nodded and sipped her drink, unable to tear her gaze away from his. “And you?” she asked. “Are you visiting here?”
    He shook his head and one corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin. “I live in the area. This is my home club.”
    Kari was startled. “It is? I wonder why we’ve never run into each other before? I mean, in all this time…”
    For five years.
    His faced sobered. “I’m…away a lot. For long periods of time.”
    “Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. He obviously wasn’t sharing anything about where he went or why. She didn’t even know his name. They hadn’t exchanged identities during that one intense evening. She had simply called him Sir and he’d referred to her as ‘girl’.
    His gaze drifted to the clip in her hair. “Nice. It suits you.”
    “Thanks you.” She gave him a tiny smile. “It’s my name here. Butterfly.”
    He reached across the table and slid one warm, calloused palm over her hand, his lean fingers closing around her wrist.
    “I’d like you to be with me tonight, Butterfly.”
    She nodded again.
    “Is that a yes? I want to hear you say the words.”
    Kari let out a soft sigh. Butterflies—her namesakes—were doing the two-step in her stomach and the pulse in her cunt was beating hard enough to keep time with them.
    “Yes, Sir. I would like that.”
    “Good.” He rose and urged her up from her seat. “Let’s go, then.”
    She followed him down the short hallway to the private rooms, anticipation washing through her like a tidal wave. One thought etched itself on her brain.
    At last!

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Slade closed the door and listened to the lock snick softly into place. He was still trying to conceal his shock that the woman who had haunted him for five years had suddenly appeared at The Edge.
    And that she was a member!
    Jesus!
    Obviously the introduction he’d given her into BDSM had taken hold. And grown. His long absences prevented him from visiting the club as often as he wanted to. Now he wondered if he might have run into her before this. So much time wasted. But at least she was here now, and the images of