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I ended the call and laughed shaking my head. Scotlyn had me acting out of character.

After a drink with the most beautiful and intriguing woman I had met in years, I wanted more of her time. Shit, if I was being honest, I wanted all of her time and that had me in a complicated space.

I was a man of my word but after meeting Scotlyn I was willing to bail on a promise I made to Giselle to meet the sub she wanted me to take on as a temporary contract just to have dinner with Scotlyn. Iwouldhave but when she shut that down because she had other plans, I decided to be a good friend. Plus I needed a reset and Erogenous always did that for me.

I climbed out of my car, used the private entrance at the back of the club and entered the suite scheduled for me but the longer I sat waiting for the woman to arrive, the more fucking irritated I became knowing she wouldn’t be the person who currently had my mind locked with thoughts of her.

I was ready to get this over with so when the door finally opened I was already mentally planning how to make this work in my favor. I wasn’t that selfish and refused to cheat her experience, plus I needed a release so she would leave thoroughly satisfied. It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t who I wanted to spend my night with but imagine how surprised I was when my sub entered the suite and I got exactly what I wanted.

Scotlyn Fucking Whitney.

She was my potential thirty-day contract. I never believed the world could be so damn small until this very moment.

Oh Angel, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.

The material covering her luscious body was white and this woman being my savior…my angel was the first thing that came to mind…new beginnings. This fucking woman would be just what I needed.

Most women would have selected black, thinking it would be more sensual. Hell, any other color but white, and somehow theway it looked against Scotlyn's skin was so damn sexy I wouldn't be the same after this experience.

I immediately considered that the only thing better would be this woman in white standing next to me in front of everyone I loved and respected, accepting her place in my life by taking my last name.

The thought was crazy as hell but my mind wrapped around it.

She probably hadn't realized I was there. My chair sat in the darkest corner of the room, intentionally, and her current focus was on the Saint Andrew's cross on the far wall. When she bypassed the bench and walked over to it, brushing her fingers over the wood structure, I smirked and felt my dick swelling.

I remained still, watching as she wrapped her arms around herself and inhaled a deep breath then moved across the room, examining everything else. Seconds before she turned in my direction, I spoke to acknowledge that she wasn't alone.

"Stop right there." I kept my voice low but firm.

She froze and swung her head toward the corner where I was sitting but she couldn't see me.

"I'm Scot?—"

"I know exactly who you are, Angel. Turn around and face the door."

I delivered the demand calmly but made sure she understood it wasn't a request. When she complied, all the blood in my body rushed to my dick. To see a woman like Scotlyn submit was a feeling I couldn't describe. Her shoulders tensed as she turned her back to me.

My hand moved over my jaw before I lifted from the chair and crossed the room, picking up a blindfold from the table near the door. Her fingers flexed and then curled into her palms while her shoulders lifted and dropped with each breath she inhaled and released.

"I'm going to blindfold you."

"Why?" It came out so fast I didn't think she realized she said it until I shifted behind her.

"Why…" I stated lowly leaving it open ended. She had been informed of the proper way to address me. I wanted to know if she would comply. Brats weren’t my thing but I didn’t have a problem with Scotlyn challenging me so that I could make this more interesting for both of us.

I swear every muscle in her body locked tightly but she corrected herself. "Why,Sir?"

Good girl…

"Do you want to leave?"

She exhaled slowly. "No."

"Then I'm going to blindfold you." I was close enough that she could feel my presence but didn't touch her right away.

"Tell me the colors?"

"Green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop, Sir." Her voice was more steady than I had expected, but from my brief interaction with Scotlyn, I would expect her not to be the type of woman who shied away from a challenge or showed weakness. She was used to dealing with men and their egos, which meant she had to establish one of her own to survive their arrogance.