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own way, rewarding her compliance over and over again.
    A robe was resting across the foot of the bed and she slid it on as she left behind a tangle of sheets and the heady fragrance of sex. The material was thick and plush, draping low enough to the ground that she knew it belonged to Michael. As she retrieved her clothing and boots, she decided to take a shower before she explored the rest of the house. She wanted to find Michael’s room, was curious to see if he had a big four-poster bed with cuffs in his private domain.
    She heard the front door open and a smile spread across her face. Once she scampered up the stairs she rushed through the entertainment room, prepared to leap into Michael’s arms, only to stop when a curvaceous blonde woman walked into her path.
    Lacey skidded to a stop, momentarily dumbfounded and shell-shocked.
    “Oh.” The stranger recovered quickly. “Hello.”
    “Hello.” Lacey felt as if she was operating on autopilot as she returned the greeting, caught off-guard by the breathtaking creature who walked through the foyer as if she was very familiar with the house.
    “I’m Aly.”
    The woman extended her hand and Lacey clumsily shifted her bundle of clothing to one arm, shook the proffered hand and let go.
    “Lacey.”
    Aly smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly. I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I usually knock when Master is entertaining but when I saw his truck was gone I used the key to allow myself inside. I apologize. I wasn’t aware he had company.”
    Three words computed in that moment: Master. Key. Entertaining .
    Lacey’s stomach sank and her heart constricted, bliss swiftly changing to another emotion as comprehension struck cruelly and the lemony bitterness of shame coated the back of her throat. Dazed and hurt, she studied the beautiful, full-figured woman standing in front of her. She was dressed in skintight jeans and a form-fitting camel coat, a large black tote slung over her arm. And she was a stunner, absolutely gorgeous.
    Master, Aly’d said. Master.
    So Michael not only had a submissive, he also engaged in sex with other women on the side. To think she’d damned Scott for being a scuzz bucket!
    What a fucking sleaze. How stupid can I possibly be?
    “Would you like me to make you breakfast?” Aly asked softly, studying her with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. “Master shouldn’t be long. We can get to know each other until he returns.”
    “Get to know each other?” Lacey echoed dumbly, disgusted at the thought. She’d heard of women who willingly shared their men, had tried to wrap her mind around it, but it wasn’t her thing. Her mother had always told her she was selfish as a child and refused to share. She supposed it was something that had trickled over when it came to relationships.
    Once a man was hers, he was hers. Hands off. Do not go there.
    “Of course, why wouldn’t we?” The smile on Aly’s face waned. “If you’re still here, things obviously went well. Master doesn’t usually permit his guests to stay overnight.”
    “ Guests ?” Lacey croaked, on the verge of losing her cool.
    How many times had Michael done things like this? Introducing women to this kind of lifestyle? Tying them up, making them beg? All of the events from the previous evening came rushing back but there was no euphoria this time. The phrase “notch in the bedpost” took on an entirely new meaning. She didn’t even want to think about the pillow talk they’d engaged in before they drifted to sleep, discussing what they wanted most in the future.
    Marriage, family, kids, a couple of dogs…
    He’d fed her bullshit, and she’d gobbled it up like Godiva chocolate. How desperate and naïve she must have sounded. Like a blabbering fool who believed that something more could come from their experience together. Not that Michael was innocent. He’d held her in his arms as she jabbered on, pretending to be