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for her to follow, one was to take a picture of herself and send it back to him within ten minutes. A picture that required her to be shirtless with the words “Master’s Good Girl” written on her chest in lipstick and she’d done it with a minute to spare. How had she done this at a coffee shop? Was she piggybacking off their wireless system?
    Dark Prince opened each and every email she’d sent the night before and noted that the IP address was the same. Hitting reply to her last email, his jaw ticked, and his breathing increased as he typed his instructions. He needed her at home, not out at some fucking coffee house where there were witnesses. He’d been careful, put safeguards in place to remain undetected, and he wasn’t about to risk being seen with his future slave by approaching her in public. He needed her at home so he could claim her for his own.
    Hitting send, he opened the program that allowed him access to Plenty of Fish and Sub Seeking Dom incognito. Opening Taryn’s profile on both sites, he routed all her messages to his computer as well so he could keep an eye on who she was interacting with. If anyone got too close before he had a chance to secure her, he’d just have to take care of that problem as well.
     
    ***
    Women have been disappointed by men since the dawning of time. Sure, there’s been a good one every thousand years or so—ok, maybe not that long, but it feels that way. However, for the most part, they have left women wanting.
    My brothers were a perfect example. Bo and Finn were handsome, funny, immature, and left women crying in their wake. Then there was Dallas Vaughn, with his bulging biceps and honey-colored eyes, who didn’t wear a wedding ring so women knew he was taken. And I knew why. He’s a man.
    Period.
    End of story.
    Say no more.
    I’m sure you all decided after reading that that I’m bitter, because I’d had my head in the clouds for far too long. Well, rest assured I‘ve been converted.
    Anyhow, now you know what I was thinking after I left the detectives behind while I headed to Kasey’s yoga studio for a little bestie pick-me-up. Yeah, the word bestie made me cringe, too, but that didn’t make it any less true: it’s our BFF’s that got us through life’s disappointments—that and a half-gallon of rocky road.
    “Men are pigs,” I announced when I walked in.
    “What have Finn and Bo done now?” Kasey asked without looking up from her desk.
    “Nothing today, thank God, but there’s still daylight left so I’m sure they will. I’m talking about Dallas Vaughn, not my wayward brothers,” I exclaimed.
    Kasey still didn’t look up, but her mouth pulled into a grin. “Ok, I’ll bite. Who’s Dallas Vaughn?”
    “A certain detective who is married ,” I informed her.
    Kasey finally looked up from whatever report she was working on and gave me her full attention.
    “How do you know that?”
    “I made an appointment to interview a detective about police procedure and ended up talking with his partner.”
    “And he told you he was married?”
    “No, I saw a picture on his desk of his wife and two kids. Kasey, two —count them: one, two—and he ogled my ass, the pig," I whined. "I’m glad I poured coffee down the front of his shirt today.”
    “Hold on, you poured coffee on him again?” she laughed.
    “Yep, and he deserved it. God, to think I was attracted to him and writing a book about him, and he’s just like all the rest. Do you know he blamed me for his coffee mishap yesterday, can you believe that? The arrogant schmuck!”
    “Let me guess, it was your fault he looked?” she chuckled as she rose from her desk.
    “Exactly! He said something about spandex and the sun don’t mix, whatever that means.”
    “Oh, shit,” Kasey gasped as she threw a hand to her mouth.
    “Oh, shit, what?” I squeaked out thinking I wasn’t about to like what “Oh, shit” meant
    “Do you wear underwear with your yoga pants?”
    “No, I don’t like