Although he seemed tempted, Jefferson quickly recovered his stern demeanor.
“Ms. Madsen, this is not Disneyland where one can purchase a day pass to get in. As owner of Obsessions it is solely under my discretion who I will or will not allow to remain in my establishment. And it is for your own protection that I must ask you to leave. Right now.”
“For my protection? Are you saying I’m too sexy for your club? That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Sir.”
Jefferson addressed me.
“What game is your sub playing, Mr. Anderson?”
I didn’t know how to respond to him.
“I didn’t know we were playing games, Mr. Jefferson,” Cassandra said.
“Good evening to you both,” Jefferson said, rather abruptly.
I lost my patience with this ass and moved a few paces toward the door. Perhaps we
