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  No one said anything and only one man in the back appeared completely engaged with his eyes lowered only slightly.

  “Unlike other classes, you will not receive a syllabus for this one. There will be group exercises along with one-on-one time with assigned Dominants. Some of you will likely advance faster than others, but I will address each of your needs on an individual basis.”

  All eyes remained on me.

  “If you’re wondering where the fourth day comes in, that’ll be on Friday. As a trainee, you are required to volunteer, working the stations according to necessity. I generally save that for after the class concludes, but I’d like to observe your interactions on a casual basis. That means you’ll be at Dichotomy four days every week for a minimum of two hours per night. If anyone has a problem with this schedule, please see me afterward to discuss.”

  As I explained the outline of events to come, I briefly wondered why I hadn’t suggested Jamie to sign up for this course from the very beginning. Back when Ransom pulled the stunt. Rather than get involved with her directly, I could’ve appeased Zeke and had someone else train her. Regardless, I figured this would be beneficial to her, an experience she likely wouldn’t get anywhere else.

  Of course, I would have to give Zeke a heads-up. The man would need to know his sister was going to be here, and if he wasn’t careful, he could catch her in some compromising positions. Should I also tell him that I would not allow another Dominant—aside from Cav—to touch her? Perhaps that would make him feel a little better.

  Interesting twist. You just come up with that?

  Actually, yes. And I wasn’t sure where the idea came from. Where that possessiveness came from, either. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to do that. It would result in far too many questions and the last thing I wanted was to stir the pot at the club. The members managed that well enough on their own.

  They’re waiting.

  Shit.

  “Tonight is the only night you’ll get away with inappropriate responses,” I told the class. “Starting the moment you step into the first training class, you will belong to me and the other Masters here at Dichotomy, which means you will show us the respect we’ve earned. I can assure you, you will be punished anytime you do not respond accordingly, anytime you violate one of the rules. When you signed up, you stated you had a good understanding of submission in its basic form. I expect that to be true.”

  A couple of women in the back stared blankly at me as though they had no idea what I was referring to.

  “And to ensure we’re all on the same page, I’m going to give you a test.” I smirked. “This will be the only written test during the entire course, by the way. So, appreciate it while you can.”

  Without looking back at them, I exited the room, allowing my training partner—Cambria—to handle the rest. I offered a smile and a thank you as I passed her, then silently wished the class good luck. I knew that by the time the class officially started, we would be down to nine. By the following Friday, we’d be down to the seven or eight who would make it all the way. I also knew which ones would be gone.

  Yet there was only one submissive who I was truly interested in training. And she wasn’t even in the room.

  Jamie

  I COULDN’T REMEMBER EVER BEING THIS NERVOUS for a date.

  Then again, I couldn’t remember the last date I went on. It’d been a while, for sure. However, it wasn’t all that long ago, either. His name was Edward, and we’d only gone out the one time. It hadn’t been all that bad, but I figured that was because he’d taken me to a movie. Anyone with sense knew that a movie on the first date was a bad idea. After all, wasn’t the point of a date to get to know someone?

  So yeah, from time to time I let my hair down and tried my hand at the whole dating thing. But for the most part, I kept myself preoccupied with school. I’d been that way for most of my life. Having lost my parents at a young age, I’d had other pressing things on my mind. Boys were never a factor. Throughout high school, I’d focused on my education because that was what my grandparents wanted. When my grandmother died, I’d been at a loss, not quite sure where I belonged.

  The only constant I’d really had in my life was Zeke and I’d made an attempt not to be a burden on him. And while he sometimes irritated me with his highhanded behavior, I loved him more than I loved anyone. He took care of me. Not just financially by paying for my apartment, but also by being there for me. We made it a point to go to breakfast every Friday just to keep up with the goings-on in each other’s lives. I wasn’t sure what I would do without him.

  Needless to say, I had kept myself closed off, and now, at the age of twenty-four, I was ready to experience life to the fullest. I figured that was why I was so looking forward to my time with Cav and Edge. They’d awakened something inside me that had been long dormant, and I wanted to explore it further.

  I didn’t know what to expect from either of them and found myself drifting into daydreams during class, trying to figure out what I was going to wear on my date with Cav. I was one of those students who was always attentive, taking notes, asking questions, so I was sure my professor thought something was wrong.

  Luckily for me, he was far too interested in the lesson to be worried about me mentally drifting to another classroom altogether, one I had yet to be in. Ever since Edge had brought up the submissive training class, I’d thought about it endlessly. I’d even logged in to the club’s website to see if I could get more information. Not surprisingly, there weren’t any details.

  That hadn’t stopped the daydreams about two Doms slipping into the teacher role. Professor Edge and Professor Cav. Those had a nice ring to them. Sexy, wicked, teaching me all the things I wanted to know about Domination and submission.

  Oh, my. That induced some very enticing fantasies. Fantasies I couldn’t indulge in right now because … well, because my actual professor was now addressing the class. And unfortunately, his eyes had just landed on me.

  Crap.

  Two hours later, I was parking my car in front of my apartment building, dragging my book bag out with me. When I got to my door, I found a note telling me I had a delivery and I could pick it up at the office.

  Figuring it was an Amazon package, I considered holding off. But what if it was something I could use for my date tonight? From time to time, I would splurge on makeup and I did have a few things on subscription—razors, shampoo, conditioner, face wash. Those might come in handy.

  Knowing I needed to waste a little time before I started getting ready, I got back in my car and steered my way to the complex office. To my absolute shock and delight, Amazon wasn’t the sender of this particular delivery. No, I couldn’t imagine they had a reason to send me the most beautiful orchid arrangement I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Who are those from?” the leasing agent asked with a smile.

  “I’m thinking they’re from my date tonight.” At least I hoped they were.

  “There’s a card.”

  Yes, there was. But I wasn’t about to open it here. “I think I’ll let it be a surprise for a little while longer.” With a wave and a smile, I carried the flowers back out to my car.

  It wasn’t until I was in my apartment, the door closed and locked behind me, that I unclipped the small envelope and opened it to reveal the card.

  Cupcake,

  I look forward to tonight. To help you get into the spirit of D/s, I’ve got some additional instructions regarding your clothing. Should you want to explore this further, send me a text and request my instructions.

  Cav

  Holy shit. Should I text him? Was I really going to do this?

  For the past couple of days, I’d been looking forward to what these two men had in store for me, but I’d admit I was nervous. Domination and submission was something I found fascinating, wanted to explore further, but I understood what Edge and Cav had told me. This was real. This was their lifestyle. They weren’t playing games.

  And though they w
ere considering my request, it wasn’t a guarantee that they would see it through.

  That was the first issue. The other was the fact that, at some point, I’d started thinking about this on a more personal level. Not merely a chance to delve deeper for my dissertation. In fact, most of the time I didn’t think about the extensive essay I was required to write at all.

  Which did not bode well for me considering Edge had been adamant about the rules he’d assigned to this endeavor. I had to keep it on a professional level at all times, to remember the reasons behind my actions.

  With that in mind, I grabbed my phone, pulled up Cav’s number, and started a text message.

  Me: Thank you so much for the flowers. They’re beautiful. I look forward to tonight as well.

  I didn’t hit send. I deleted the entire thing, then tried again only to come up with the exact same wording. When I realized I was being a chicken about this, I opted to tack on: And I am very interested in your additional instructions.

  Boom. I did it.

  I hit send and then I waited, holding my breath, both terrified and excited about what Cav might send back.

  A good half hour passed before I decided I needed to get in the shower. Perhaps he was busy. Maybe in a meeting. I wasn’t even sure what Cav did for a living. I’d heard he was interviewing with Zeke, but I wasn’t sure if that was going to pan out. I tried my best not to stick my nose into my brother’s business. Work business, actually. When it came to his personal life, I did not have any qualms about voicing my opinion and he’d be the first to admit it.

  By the time I got out of the shower, I was even more wound up than before. The hot water hadn’t done anything to relax me, nor had the mandarin-orange-scented body wash. After checking my phone to see there were no messages, I pressed on. I did my makeup, dried and straightened my hair, then grabbed a glass of water. I glanced at the clock and noticed I had twenty minutes before Cav arrived. I did not want to be wearing only my robe when he showed up. But I also didn’t want to wear something he didn’t want me to. After all, his note had specifically mentioned clothing.

  “Why is this so hard?” I muttered as I started back toward my bedroom.

  As I was opening my closet door, my cell phone chimed with a text message. My heart nearly leapt right out of my chest. I was breathing hard as I touched the screen to bring up the text message.

  Cav: You agreed, so I expect you to follow my instructions precisely, cupcake.

  I held my breath as I waited for the next text message to come.

  Cav: The only things you’re allowed to wear tonight: a little black dress that falls no lower than mid-thigh, black bra, black strappy sandals with heels, a small amount of jewelry, and I love your hair, so keep it down.

  Hmm. He seemed to have forgotten panties.

  Or had he?

  I stared at the screen for a second longer, then carried my phone into my closet. The jewelry was no problem. I didn’t tend to wear much. When I was at school, I usually wore a watch but that was it. Tonight I had on a pair of small diamond studs that my brother had given me for Christmas two years ago.

  I flipped through the hangers until I found a cute little black number that I’d bought for a night out with my friends. I’d only worn it once, so I figured it would be perfect for tonight. It wasn’t too tight, and the flared skirt was flattering. Since it was relatively cool out, I had a pea coat that would go nicely with it.

  I rummaged through the drawer where I kept my sexy lingerie sets. I found a black lace bra and matching thong. With a frown, I left the thong but snatched the bra. I’d never not worn panties before. Never. It seemed weird, but then again, it seemed to be a fairly popular thing in BDSM novels.

  I grabbed the pencil and notepad I kept with me and jotted down a note: Does a Dominant take pleasure in dictating how a submissive should dress? Is it a sign of possession or simply a way to exert their power? What does it say for the power exchange when a submissive follows the rules precisely?

  I dropped the pencil, then went over to the bed, where I’d tossed my clothes.

  As I dressed, I pretended not to notice the draft that passed beneath the dress. It wasn’t like anyone would know that I didn’t have on panties. How would Cav even know? I doubted he was going to ask me to prove it.

  Or maybe he would.

  Shit.

  Realizing I was now obsessing about it, I marched into the closet, grabbed my favorite black heels and a small black clutch. I flipped off the light, stopped by the bathroom to brush my hair one more time and check my face. I offered my reflection a coy grin, then picked up my shoes and purse and headed into the living room to wait.

  I had just slipped on my shoes when there was a knock on my door. Once again, my heart tried to launch itself right out of my chest via my throat this time. My nerves were shot, and when I got to my feet, I realized I was trembling. Nerves, definitely.

  Not wanting to leave Cav waiting, I hurried to open the door and instantly smiled. The man looked devastatingly handsome in a very nice suit. All black—jacket, pants, shirt—with a crimson tie. The dark suit was in direct contrast to his light hair and baby-blue eyes, which only made him hotter.

  “You look stunning,” he said softly, leaning down and pressing his lips to my cheek.

  I might’ve swooned a little.

  “Thank you. You do, too.”

  That earned a smile from him and I was suddenly unsure of myself once again.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I nodded and tried to keep my grin planted firmly on my face.

  Cav stepped up to me. “Is something wrong?”

  I shook my head, met his gaze. “No. Not at all.”

  His head cocked to the side and there was a small smirk playing at his mouth. “Are you sure?”

  Figuring he was going to realize it anyway, I decided to go with the truth. “Okay, fine.” I fought the urge to laugh nervously as I stared directly into his eyes. “I feel as though I’ve forgotten to put on something.”

  He offered a full-fledged smirk and a dimple winked in his cheek. “Somethin’?”

  “Panties,” I explained, my cheeks heating.

  “Well, I don’t think you forgot ’em. I think you’ve purposely chosen not to wear ’em.”

  “True.” I shook out my hands. “Plus I’m nervous. I haven’t been on a date in a long time.”

  Cav took my hand and stepped back. “Well, I assure you, there’s nothin’ to be nervous about. We’re gonna have dinner, enjoy some conversation, maybe a little wine. I’ll have you home before curfew.”

  I chuckled at that.

  “After all,” he added, “it is a school night.”

  And just like that, the majority of my nerves dissipated.

  Mostly.

  CAV

  JAMIE LAUTNER WAS A WOMAN WHO DREW a man’s attention no matter who else was in the room. From the moment I arrived at her doorstep, it had been damn near impossible to look away. When we stepped into the restaurant, I realized that plenty of others were having the same problem I was. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she carried herself.

  And that smile… she was a breathtaking woman.

  Not only that, but she was intelligent and witty. Unlike some of the women I’d dated who tended to answer simply, eager to get onto another topic, Jamie had a unique outlook on everything, and she seemed to have something to say. She was very much there in the moment, not mentally drifting ahead or behind. I found that fascinating. Hell, I found her fascinating.

  Throughout dinner, we’d bounced from one topic to the next, laughing, joking, sometimes even serious, but never boring. The food had been fabulous, as many people boasted, the wine equally so. As each of the ten courses was delivered, Jamie’s eyes had widened, pure pleasure written on her face. I had silently cheered, grateful she wasn’t one of those dates who nibbled on a little salad and then went home and raided her refrigerator afterward.

  “This may sound a bit lik
e stereotyping,” Jamie said softly as the waiter cleared the most recent course. “I wouldn’t’ve chosen this as one of your top places to go.”

  I glanced around. It was an upscale, elegant place. Modern decor, contemporary food. I sipped my wine, turned back to Jamie. “I’ve never been here,” I admitted. “But I like to explore new things, broaden my horizons.”

  “I like that outlook,” she said with a sweet smile, her eyes glittering in the soft light from above.

  “When you get your degree, what are your plans?” I asked, wanting to hear more of her soft, husky voice.

  “Originally, I wanted to open my own practice,” she said simply. “However, in the past couple of years, I’ve been thinking it would be interesting to be an FBI profiler.”

  “FBI, huh?”

  “I know it’s glamorized on television, but the idea of coming up with a profile based on someone’s basic psychology and actions … it intrigues me.”

  “What drew you to psychology in the first place? Or was it television?”

  She chuckled. “No, not television. It was a myriad of things. Mostly my upbringing, I think.”

  The waiter returned with more wine. Jamie paused while he filled the glasses. After a soft, “thank you,” she continued. “When my parents died, it was rough on all of us. Zeke was sixteen and I was only six. The loss was enormous.”

  “If you don’t mind me asking, how did they die?”

  “Drunk driver.” She took another sip of wine. “They went out to celebrate their seventeenth anniversary. Never came home.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  She offered a warm smile. “Thank you. Anyway. My grandparents took my brother and me in without question, but they were getting up there in age, so my brother took care of me most of the time. I don’t remember a lot about it, but I do remember it took a significant amount of time for us to get to a new sense of normal.”

  “I can understand that.”

  “I remember, as I got older, watching people to see how they reacted to the events that affected their lives. Especially my brother. Some people believe his Sadist routine is an act. It’s not. And while I know he’s different with me, I still see it in his interactions, saw the changes in him as I got older. When I was talking to my high school career counselor, the subject of psychology came up. She mentioned it might be suitable for my inquisitive nature. I looked more into it, found it to be an interesting prospect. But I didn’t make a firm decision to pursue it until I learned about my brother and his … needs.”