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comfort zone with someone who wouldn’t push her before she was ready. Normally she would lecture herself that this would be much too soon to be thinking any of those things. However, the chemistry between them felt so right that she was making a definite exception.
    Master Brent cleared his throat again. “Would you like to go up to Basement 2 and see some of the play scenes in progress?”
    Was she imagining the note of anticipation in his deep voice?
    “I could introduce you to some of the staff and other members. Or would you like to go to Basement 1 and watch a bit before we continue our tour?”
    His eyes darkened again, and she saw definite hunger in his gaze before he looked away. A quick glance down at his crotch assured her she wasn’t the only one affected by their proximity to each other. His large cock was a definite outline in the front of his tailored slacks, and she had to dig her nails into her palms to stop from reaching out to touch him.
    When she took a deliberate step back, she caught Master Brent’s gaze and realized he’d seen her looking at his cock like it was on the dinner menu. Heat blazed into her cheeks again, and she took a deep breath and blew it out before forcing herself to turn and head back to the elevator.
    When he joined her, she realized all the spotlights still blazed. “Don’t we need to turn off the lights?”
    “I’ll send Jake down to do it.”
    “Jake?”
    “He’s the man who escorted you up to my office. I think he was also covering the door for another of the managers when you arrived.”
    She nodded as Jake’s identity fell into place. He was the doorman outside, who had also caught her watching the scene in the waiting area. Oddly she could only smile at the memory, and wondered if he caught people pleasuring themselves often.
    “He’s one of our main managers here. If you ever have any questions or concerns and you can’t find me, you can talk to one of the managers. If need be, they can find me immediately.” His words were said as if imparting hard facts, certainties she could count on, which she was very tempted to accept and take comfort in.
    “But…” She bit her lip against the stupid questions that nearly spilled out.
    He turned to face her. “It’s all right, Sandra. You can ask me anything.” He gestured for her to continue.
    Against her better judgment she had to ask. After all, these were the types of questions she hadn’t asked the first time she joined a club, and she’d regretted it. “Jake’s not a Dom. Aren’t dungeon managers usually Doms? And how can they find you immediately if you’ve already gone home for the day, or if you’re out of the building somewhere?”
    She cringed as she realized how invasive the last question sounded.
    Brent only smiled. “You’re correct, Jake isn’t a Dom. In fact, he’s pretty vanilla for the most part. But he’s excellent at administration and security, and I hired him for those traits. He does a great job, and I pay him well, so it’s a good situation for both of us.”
    She chewed her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my…”
    He held up a hand, interrupting her. “Sandra. I told you to ask me anything, and I meant it. If there’s ever something I can’t or won’t answer, I’ll let you know.”
    She nodded, and wished she’d never let her mouth and brain have free rein. They had always gotten her into trouble. “To answer your other question,” Master Brent said slowly, “I live here on the property, and we have a fully staffed kitchen. I rarely leave except for occasional business, or to reacquaint myself with the real world.”
    He turned toward the elevator panel, inserting his key before hitting the button for Basement 2.
    Excitement flooded through her. Basement 2. She would meet the staff and the other members and find out if she fit in. She hoped she would feel welcomed here. She missed the feeling of inclusion and belonging that she’d had in New York