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submissive—a term Pamela hadn’t heard before. But the more she compared her personality and needs as a strong-willed submissive with what Heidi described, the more she began to think she might be one, too. Not one to kneel before just any Dom, someone who needs a Dom who is her equal in many things, and a submissive who needs to be in charge in some areas without being considered a switch.
    She still had a lot of questions about the orientation. The only sure way to find out if she was one would be to find a Dom equal to the task. Heidi encouraged Pamela to talk with Gunnar about training her and exploring the dynamic. When Pamela met him, she’d hoped he would take her on himself, but he’d sworn off anything immediate due to his workload. Instead, he had encouraged her to apply to The Denver Academy, which was about to begin new classes.
    And here she was, in very short order, thanks to the strings he’d pulled for her. Gunnar must be highly respected in Colorado’s kink community, because everything she’d heard about the school told her it was selective and demanding.
    Until tonight’s visit by the group of mostly unknown entities had left her a little rattled, she’d enjoyed being here. But the risk of being outed in the community for participating in the much-maligned BDSM lifestyle could destroy everything she’d worked for.
    However, when alerted that the headmaster planned to bring a group of carefully vetted strangers into the classroom tonight, she hadn’t expected to find someone she recognized among them. She hadn’t been involved in a Denver surgical practice for years and rarely participated in the social scene when home.
    Unfortunately, after her breakup with Marc D’Alessio nearly four years ago, she’d had trouble figuring out her place in this community and had walked away from the lifestyle. Until this forced rest period from her overseas work, she hadn’t had time to sort out what she wanted in her private life. Soon after her arrival here, The Denver Academy trainers and instructors had broadened the list of what she’d be willing to try with the right person. Master Anderson assured her this would be the perfect opportunity for her to explore and determine her needs rather than focus so much on what she thought she liked or wanted.
    Were the two so far out of sync?
    Sometimes, she wondered if a long-term relationship was in the cards for her.
    Her thoughts returned to the tour group dressed in business attire. A man in a well-tailored suit was one of her favorite fantasies, and Kristoffer wore his like no other. With his rakishly wavy blond hair falling nearly to his shoulders—loose and disheveled as if windblown or finger-combed—his light-gray, tailored, three-piece business suit made him stand out among the group, not only because she recognized him.
    Her cheeks flushed again as Kristoffer’s gaze homed in on her body and lingered much longer than it should have, in her opinion. His piercing blue eyes bore into her with an intensity not unlike his cousin’s. Was he a Dom as well? During those first few moments, Kristoffer had shattered every ounce of courage and poise she’d mustered in order to stand naked in front of the class, while the calm, cool Kristoffer Larson continued to maintain a tight rein on his emotions, much like the first time they’d met. What had he been thinking?
    The heat in Pamela’s cheeks was slow to disperse until Mrs. Fieri tapped her shoulder to regain her attention before sending Pamela back to her seat. Great . Now she was losing her focus on her classwork. She slipped into the short, silky robe she’d been wearing earlier and returned to her seat.
    Why had she acquiesced when the instructor encouraged her to do this? After her first disappointing auction last weekend, she’d indicated an interest in becoming more comfortable being naked around strangers.
    This first week at the academy had gone far beyond her comfort level. In this, her eighth