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one.” Yes, that sounded childish, but what the hell did it matter anyway. He was getting out of my life as quickly as he’d fallen in.
    “Or I could be severely fucked up. You don’t know me, Liz.”
    Master Gareth moved away then, and I knew this was my last chance to see him. I rolled onto my opposite side and watched him pick up the items we’d used and put them in a special bin by the door.
    “I still have your shirt.” My fingers were bunched around the fabric, my knuckles white.
    “Keep it. You might want to cover up.”
    “What about you?”
    I hated the idea of him going back out into the club where others would be able to see the beauty of his sculpted muscles, his hard angles and the tension that now ran through his body. Because one look from anyone out there and they would know that Master Gareth was leaving this room in a swath of sexual frustration.
    He turned to look at me once the room was tidied. “I have my jacket behind the stage. Christian was keeping an eye on it.”
    “Oh.”
    “Take your time getting up and dressed. No one will come in here until they know you’ve gone.”
    “So that’s it?” The hollowness that always crept into my chest after it was clear one of my boyfriends was leaving me.
    Which in itself was bizarre because we’d just met. There’d been no commitments, or words of love, hell, he hadn’t even fucked me yet. There was no reason why Master Gareth opening the door should feel as if my heart were being torn out of my chest. He owed me nothing.
    But he didn’t walk through the door immediately. Master Gareth pressed his forehead to the doorjamb, closed his eyes and chuckled. “Fuck.”
    I didn’t say anything else. What else could I say? I’d bought him for one night, to teach me if I could be a submissive or not. That was it. And he more than lived up to his part of the deal.
    “I…Liz, you’re shiny and new. Some Dom out there is going to be very fortunate to have you. Please take care of yourself. Say hi to Connie for me.”
    And then he left, shutting the door with a soft click.

Chapter Five
     
    While I’ve never been one for grand gestures or drama of any sort, the week after the charity auction I submerged myself deep in the well of my own personal pity party. I’d never felt so dismissed before, and I hated how it cut into my self-perception. Connie always said that what I lacked in experience I made up with enthusiasm. Feeling sorry for myself was apparently no exception.
    The week after the charity auction dragged on to the point of pain. I went to work, chatted with Connie, went to the gym and participated in all the things that made up my life. I smiled at work and moped at home, but all the while the wheels were slowly turning in my head.
    I had to come up with a plan.
    There was no reason why I had to continue on like some kind of sap. I was a twenty-six-year-old woman with a brain in my head. It was time for me to use it.
    I was a sexual submissive. Okay, that was fine. I could deal with that.
    I had two options on how to proceed with that knowledge. I could hop on to one of the sites Connie recommended, or join the club and make a few inquiries. I could go on the hunt for the perfect Dom, someone who would be willing to take me to the places I needed to go. Maybe, if I was lucky, I might even find someone who would want more than that, an actual relationship.
    Or I could track down Master Gareth and find out what the hell was going on with him.
    Because the more I thought about that night, the more I realized that there was something, some spark between us. I wasn’t ready to walk away from that. Not without a fight. So fuck him and his noble gestures, I wanted an explanation.
    I came to my decision on Thursday. Normally, nothing exciting ever happens on a Thursday, but like everything else in my life, I apparently was going to change that as well.
    “Connie?”
    “Yo.” She was in the kitchen, putting her glass dildo in the