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what I should be considering just then. I could tell he was calm, where I tended to bounce through life. It would do me some good to find a person like him.
    “Liz, can you look at me?”
    I hadn’t even realized I’d broken eye contact. Connie always teased me that it was the biggest sign that I was a natural submissive. Get me in the room with a dominant man and I’m incapable of seeing higher than someone’s knees. I found it infuriating; she thought it hilarious.
    Master Gareth had beautiful eyes, so why wouldn’t I want to look at them? They weren’t in the least bit feminine, but had a depth to them that I wouldn’t normally associate with a man. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on him from what I could see. I wouldn’t go so far to say his looks were perfect, but I couldn’t say that about most people. I wouldn’t want him to be either. Imperfections make for a far more interesting person.
    I hugged my arms around my middle and hoped I wasn’t showing my muffin top.
    “Why did you come here tonight?” There was no malice in those eyes. Gareth was curious, was taking the time to get to know me, even if it was only for one night. That was more than I could say about a lot of the men I’d been dating. Connie would, of course, argue that meant I was dating the wrong guys. I couldn’t disagree with her.
    Why did I come here tonight? It was more than pressure from Connie to get out and explore my options. It was probably the first time I took a chance on something like this, reached for something that I didn’t simply want, but needed. This time I made sure to hold his gaze. I didn’t want him to have any false impressions.
    “Because I needed to know.” And that was the God’s honest truth. Saying I was curious was all well and good, but there was a lot more to it than that. I had to know if this was really who I was, or if it was nothing more than a fantasy. If it was the latter, then I would go home and buy up every e-book I could find with BDSM as the theme. If it was the former . . . well, I’d have to figure that out as I went.
    He gave my knee a final squeeze before letting his hand dangle once more. “Then I’ll help you.”
    My head began to spin and I had to pull in a few deep breaths to settle my nerves. I’m not sure if it was relief or fear, but either way it was a rush.
    “This is really going to happen.” Yes, I’d paid the money, but this whole night didn’t seem real yet. A wonderful dream with the perfect man cast as my Dom. A bevy of undiscovered pleasures stretched out before me.
    “If you want it to. But only if you’re honest with me and yourself. I’m not a miracle worker, a psychologist, or a magician. We’ll be in this together tonight, taking things as far as you want them to go. But only if you’re honest with both of us.”
    I nodded. Yeah, I got that and for once the idea of laying it all out there for someone to see didn’t freak me out. “I think I’m a submissive.”
    “And you wanted to spend some time with a Dom to find out for certain?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why the auction? I’m sure Connie could have put you in touch with some people if you had questions.”
    “She’d tried, but I always wussed out. She was the one who suggested I come tonight. I wanted something . . .”
    “Safe?”
    “Contained. If things weren’t what I’d expected, I wanted to make sure it only lasted one night.”
    “Why?”
    Licking my lips, I tried to find the right words. “If things didn’t go the way I hoped they might, I knew I would be able to walk away. This is only for one night.”
    Master Gareth nodded. He linked his fingers together and leaned a bit farther forward on his feet. “Why?”
    I twisted in my seat. “I’ve had a few boyfriends in the past, but I never really felt satisfied with them. I was drifting along and none of them seemed able to anchor me.”
    “Was there anything any of them did sexually that aroused you?”
    Poor John. The memory