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I wander around the room, avoiding the other group of Dommes and the woman I’m convinced I love. There’s no way she’s going to talk to me in…

“Ira.”

This place is so dark in some corners that I barely see Kathleen when I pass her. She’s leaning against the wall near the women’s restroom. Probably escorted one of her friends here and is now waiting to go back to their table.

“Kati… Kathleen.” I keep my voice level, although I can’t stop from fidgeting with the buttons on my dinner jacket. “Good to see you. Will I see you back at work soon? We’ve been sorely missing you.” That’s an understatement. Vivian’s told me that Annie’s broken down crying from all the work more than once. Kathleen better be paying her double.

“Monday. Hope I didn’t cause too much trouble. Would’ve been back this week, but my father called me away to help him with some personal matters.”

“I see.”

“You look…” Her eyes dart up and down, taking in what I’m wearing, how I’m standing… probably how I smell. “Good. Saw your new friends over there.” She nods toward the girls accepting complimentary drinks from Jem. She’s leaning in, telling them about the best dominants to try next, since I’m apparently out. “They’re pretty. Should be fun.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh?” She almost looks amused. Had I said that too quickly?

I look around, making sure the coast is clear. Or at least that no other Domme is gonna walk by the moment I lean in to say something private to my… girlfriend. Wow, she really does not feel like my girlfriend. Let me tell you, though, I would give anything, from a fortune to my right leg, to kiss her.

“Can we talk?”

Her expression remains unchanged. This feisty Domme is going to be the end of me. Because I can’t even imagine her getting down on her knees, pleasuring me, and asking me to fuck her all night. This is not the type of woman who would do that. Kathleen Allen would never. Only Katie would, and she’s nowhere in this club tonight.

I can still remember what it’s like to enter her. To hear her moans. To feel her climax on my everything, clutching me inside her until I’m too exhausted to exist for her.

Kathleen glances at my crotch. “I don’t have time. The shit I have to say to you would take an eternity to get through.”

I have no idea if that’s good or bad. Maybe neither. Maybe both.

“All I’ll say is that… well, I’m not angry with you, Ira. I’ve missed you.”

Nope. Not daring to answer, even though I would love to get on my knees and start groveling. “Shit, shit, I’ve missed you too! Let’s go back to my place and tell each other how much we’ve been missed!” The fact that her sudden departure from the country is the reason we’ve missed each other escapes my mind for a moment.

“Even though I’ve missed you, now is not the time to sort our shit out.”

Our shit?

“Take care, Ira.” By some stroke of luck, she puts her hand on my shoulder before she walks away. “I’ll see you at the hotel on Monday.”

She kicks herself off the wall, arms still crossed but eyes not pointing to the floor. She’s confident, regardless of her feelings for me. Shit, it’s that confidence that originally attracted me to her. Maybe I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s a definite truth. My love for Katie grew from a germ as small as an ounce of her confidence.

Not just because she’s a feminine Domme, either, but because she’s the type of woman to go out and get what she wants… and I admire that. Am attracted to that.

“I’ve missed you too…” I say loud enough for her to hear. “My darling.”

Kathleen looks at me with a depraved grin and joins a woman coming from the bathroom.

I go back to Jem. The girls are gone. So are we, as soon as our drinks are finished.

Chapter 68

Kathleen

Let me tell you about this past month.

The moment I walked out on Ira in that restaurant, frustrated, confused, and definitely heartbroken because she’s as dense as the ocean, I decided to sort out what it was I wanted before talking to her outside of work. The only way I could do that was by physically removing myself.

Could not remove myself emotionally, as I quickly found out the moment I stepped off the plane in Berlin and saw an airport attendant who looked a lot like Ira. Spoke German, but you know, doppelgangers aren’t going to be 100% the same.