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spent any time with at all. Perhaps it was time to explore his options. Obviously, Arianna would be different than the women he dealt with, but he liked the change. When Gracie left him for Cade everything changed. He hadn’t been interested in another sub. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been interested in another woman until now.
    “I’d love to join you for dinner, Mr. Abrams.”
    “I’d like you to call me Martin.” Allowing people to use his name wasn’t a privilege he granted often, but everything was different with her. He stood from the bar and picked up her briefcase. “I hope you like Italian. I ordered enough for six people. I wasn’t sure what you would want.”
    “Italian is fine.” She took his extended hand and walked to the back of the club with him. “Why didn’t you just wait and ask what I would want?”
    “I’m not used to asking.” He motioned for her to take a seat in the huge u-shaped booth that overlooked the Manhattan skyline.
    “Oh, Martin.” She giggled. He liked the way his name tumbled off her lips. “You have a lot to learn about non-submissive women.”
    “I’m hoping you can give me a few pointers.” He slid in next to her. “Maybe you can teach this old dog a new trick.”
    “Does the old dog really want to learn new tricks?” She tossed her hair to the side, causing the warm vanilla scent to radiate between them. Something inside Martin’s stomach stirred.
    “I never really thought about it before today.”
    “What changed?”
    The intrigue of my fiery, redheaded attorney.
    “Nothing, everything.” He placed his hand over hers. “Maybe it’s your presence, Ms. Covington, but I’m thinking of adding some variety to my life.”
    “I’ll never kneel before you.” Her sweet breath caressed his lips. “Just so you know.”
    His dominant side begged to break free.
    “Is that a challenge?”
    “Just a fact.” She smiled as she removed her hand from underneath his and placed it on top.
    Ah yes, Master M is definitely up for this challenge.
    * * * *
    Friday night in the city and Arianna had nothing to do. Martin’s contracts and any other business for him couldn’t be done until he returned from Boston on Monday. She wondered why this trip to Boston was so important. Who was Gracie to him?
    After that night in the club, she’d eaten lunch and dinner with Martin every day of the week. He took her to several swanky restaurants but never back to the club. They had conducted business in his Manhattan office about five blocks away. Neither of them had discussed why they weren’t meeting at Master M’s. Arianna asked a few questions about his lifestyle throughout the week, but nothing too deep. He had been open with his answers except when it came to Gracie. He’d always managed to change the subject when Ari inquired about her.
    Ari shouldn’t have cared, but the lawyer in her wouldn’t let it go. It wasn’t just her inquisitive legal nature either. Ari found herself jealous of a woman she’d never met. She didn’t know what bothered her more; how absurd it was to be jealous over a stranger or the fact she could have feelings for a man she hardly knew. A man she had no business forming a personal relationship with. Even so, after six hours of his absence, she missed his presence. He was the only friend she’d made in the city since moving there.
    What’s wrong with me?
    She looked around the lobby of Master M’s debating whether she should approach the mahogany double doors. She had access to the main club. No one would question what she was doing there. If they did, she wouldn’t have an answer. She wasn’t even sure why she was there. The club, Roxy, and the things that went on behind those closed doors had been on her mind all week. She wanted to learn more about Martin’s lifestyle. She’d researched as much as she could on the internet, but knowing she had a source for firsthand knowledge tempted her in a way it shouldn’t have.
    Martin