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SCARLETT
I stared across the room at the sock pile, this time not really seeing it. “Domination and surrender?” I whispered.
He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip and said, “Yes.”
This was definitely going to require sustenance. I needed a diversion before tackling what promised to be a sobering topic. What was I going to need to sign a contract? Did he have a red room? The questions were popping into my mind like whack-a-moles. Call me a coward, but I couldn’t deal with solemn subjects on an empty stomach.
So I stalled him a little, “Hey, do you mind if we have a bicnic while we discuss polarity and what not?” I asked him while tossing on a short robe and tying it at my middle.
“Bicnic?” He pulled on a pair of sweats, following my lead, and at that moment, I gave extra points fo
