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look for?” I gripped my glass stem, twirling the drink slowly around and he stilled my hand, commanding my attention.
    “You people?”
    “Yeah, you know …” I widened my eyes as the couple who had just been power fucking now walked past us, fully clothed with sated smiles.
    “No, I don’t know,” he said, amused.
    “If you are going to make me feel inferior and childish for being here, I’ll just cut my losses right now.” I grabbed my clutch and opened it, searching it for my card to pay for the drinks.
    He stilled my hand again. “I apologize. It was brave of you to come here. I won’t make jokes at your expense again. Tell me what you want, Violet.” My name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, my body gravitated toward him a little more. We were a whisper away from a kiss.
    I took a deep breath and got lost in the deep blue hue surrounding his grey depths. He seemed to be searching for something when he looked at me. His lips looked soft. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He seemed only faintly surprised and retuned my soft kiss, reaching up to cradle my face with his hand. God, I loved that simple gesture. But a kiss wasn’t exactly what I was here for. I pulled away from him as electricity lingered and quickly explained.
    “What do I want? I want to do things like that, indulge on my sexual whims. I want to experience everything I feel I’ve been missing. I want to try it all and tonight I think I want you.” Honest, bold and barely able to keep my shaking hands from showing, I kept his intense gaze. “But mostly I want to find out what I want.”
    He seemed slightly stunned and even more amused. I’d made a fool of myself. I quickly grabbed my bag and stood. “I can see I’m wasting your time.”
    “Come with me.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. My core clenched and I felt the dampness from my now soaked panties as I followed him down a long hall behind the bar. I watched his confident walk, he was much taller than my 5’9” and I loved it. I felt the anticipation building, overjoyed at the thoughts racing through me. He led me into an office, shut the door behind us, and walked to sit behind a desk, gesturing for me to do the same.
    “What is this?” I asked, looking around the spacious room.
    “My office,” he answered without further explanation. Ah, so he owned the bar. Nice, this wasn’t an inexperienced man. This excited me.
    He sat behind his desk, watching me carefully. My sex clenched again at the weight of his stare. What the hell was going on here? We sat in silence as he watched me sit, legs crossed and muscles clenching nervously as I fidgeted with my bag.
    “I’ll make you an offer,” he said, placing his hands on his desk. “I’ll help you explore your boundaries and help you figure out just what is you want, and in return you follow a few simple rules.”
    I shifted in my seat, my growing need outweighing my ability to reason, even though his offer didn’t seem unreasonable. The sweat between my legs mixing with the unhappy ache was enough to make me agree to anything. Still, I had to ask, “And the rules are?”
    “Everything you have at home, throw it out. No books, no toys, no other partners. I become everything you need sexually. No exceptions.”
    “That’s a lot to ask of someone you’ve only just met, not to mention it throws a wrench in my plans,” I said nonchalantly.
    “Which were?”
    “Delve into all areas BDSM, fuck a professional, maybe a ménage. I kind of want to try it all.” To this I got another smirk, but had no shame in my admission.
    “And you can do all of those things with me. But you won’t know the when or the who and you’ll find out quickly you’ll be fucking a professional.” His tone was dead serious. I believed him. This was definitely safer than allowing random, willing strangers to violate me. One partner, one person to show me the ropes, suddenly seemed way more appealing than going in blind.
    “And you