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“Old enough.”

“How old are you?”

“Landon, don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?”

“Just trying to establish if your introduction to BDSM was sketchy as fuck.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “I think for most people, finding out what satisfies them sexually involves at least some element that’s ‘sketchy as fuck.’”

He let out a huffing laugh of agreement and leaned forward, elbows back on his knees.

“Okay, so when was the last time you scened privately?”

She had to stop and think about that one. It had been before the Louvre asked her to do an authentication, but after she liberated a gorgeous tiara from a private collection in Poland. “Seven months.”

“And was it privately in someone’s home, or privately in a club?”

“In a club. Safety is so important, you know.”

“Yes, I can tell you value safety by your extremely safe career choice.”

She smiled.

“Seven months ago, you scened in a private room or space at a club,” Landon said slowly, clearly thinking out loud. “Was your Dom someone you knew ahead of time, or a partner you found that night?”

“We met that night.”

“You did a private scene with someone you’d just met?”

“At a club,” she reminded him. “Because…safety.”

“Fuck, Colette.”

“We did fuck,” she purred, thoroughly enjoying herself now. “Depending on your definition of the word.”

“Did you at least get tested?”

“Tested? What’s tested?” She blinked slowly. “I’ve never heard this term before.”

Landon scrubbed his hands over his face. “Okay, I’m being an arse.”

“Yes, you really are.”

“In my defense, I’m trying to figure out how much you know about the lifestyle. Every person, and every club, does it differently.”

She shrugged in agreement.

“For safety, I’d like to put you behind the bar so I’ll always know where you are, but we have a full roster of bartenders, so I doubt Rolf would agree to it.”

“Your friend Andrei seemed to think I’d be a server.”

“Andrei enjoys fucking with people. Don’t let him get to you.”

Colette smiled. “Are you going to give him the same warning about me.”

Landon stared at her for a long moment. “No…but only because it’s more fun for me to watch you beat him at his own game.”

Colette laughed in genuine delight.