“But comfortable like jeans comfortable or comfortable like nice pants comfortable?”
I stood and pulled her up. “Go shower. I’ll lay out an outfit for you. Trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now go.”
She hurried upstairs, and I looked at Lex. “She’s nervous.”
“She wants to fit in. Make friends. It’s natural.”
I headed to her room and looked through her closet. She needed something that was casual but put-together. Not trying too hard, but showing she cared.
I pulled out dark jeans, a soft burgundy sweater, and her ankle boots. Laid them on the bed with a simple necklace. When she emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel, she saw the outfit and smiled.
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re going to have a great time,” I assured her. “These women already like you. Tonight is just about getting to know each other better.”
“What are you two going to do while I’m gone?”
“Probably have a boring meeting with the other Dominants,” I said with a grin. “Compare notes, discuss problem dynamics, drink whiskey.”
“Sounds very important,” she teased.
“It is. Someone has to keep the entertainment running.”
She dressed quickly, and by five-thirty, she was ready. The burgundy sweater brought out the warm tones in her skin, and her hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders.
“You look beautiful,” Lex said when she came downstairs.
“I have wine,” she announced, holding up a bottle. “And I’m only slightly terrified.”
“You’re going to be fine.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go make friends. Have fun. We’ll be here when you get back.”
“What if they ask about us? About our dynamic?”
“Answer honestly,” Lex said. “You don’t have to share everything, but don’t hide who you are.”
She nodded, took a deep breath, and headed for the door. “Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need it,” I called after her. “But good luck anyway.”
When the door closed behind her, Lex looked at me. “Come on. We actually do have a meeting with the other Dominants. And I want to hear what they think about this week’s sessions.”
As we walked toward the meeting room, I felt that satisfaction again. Cami was ours. We were hers. How much better could it get than that?
Chapter Eighteen
Cami
Elara’s cabin was warm and inviting when I arrived at 6 p.m. sharp, wine bottle in hand. String lights hung from the exposed beams, and I could smell something incredible coming from the kitchen.
“Cami!” Elara greeted me at the door, pulling me into a hug. “I’m so glad you came. Come in, come in.”
The cabin was already filled with women, their laughter and conversation creating a welcoming buzz. I recognized several faces from the workshop.
“Let me take that,” Elara said, accepting the wine. “And let me introduce you to everyone properly.”
