Page 116 of Masters of Control

“That makes sense. Hopefully, you won’t have to hold back much longer.” A sultry note changed in his voice, and she knew he was thinking about their agreement that they would scene again after they were no longer working at cross purposes with the Alexanders.

“I got the acceptance for my membership to Marquis and Stronghold.” She’d be occasionally serving as Dungeon Monitor to get a discount on her fees, but it would be worth it. “And Julie and I are going to the show at Marquis on Friday.”

“Ah, so you’re her guest. We were all taking bets on whether she was going to bring someone to try to prod her secret admirer into speaking up.”

“No, just me.” Camille laughed. “She’s busy pushing me, but once she’s done with me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she puts her mind to figuring out her admirer.”

“I’ll be glad when she does. I’ve tried to figure out who it could be, but we don’t have that many single submissive men at the club, and we all know Julie is hetero. The mystery is killing me.”

The fact Freddy didn’t even have a guess was interesting. She would have thought he’d have at least a suspicion. From what Julie and Olivia said, he had a firm finger on the pulse of the club’s submissives and always knew what was going on with everyone.

“Are you going to be watching the show?” she asked, not knowing which way to hope. As much as she wanted to see him outside of work, doing so would be tempting fate. Not to mention tempting herself.

“I’ll be seating people, just like last Friday. I usually help out during the rush, then I’m off for the rest of the evening unless I feel like hanging around. So, I’ll see you there.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me, too.”

They chatted for a few more minutes, then he had to go. Camille sighed as she laid on the sofa. Her apartment suddenly felt very lonely. At least she had Friday to look forward to.

Freddy

It had been a long time since he’d been nervous at Marquis, but tonight, he was a bundle of anxious butterflies. Every time someone reached the top of the stairs, he let out a sigh of disappointment when it wasn’t Mistresses Camille and Julie. Morgan said it was like working next to an anxious frog.

He couldn’t help himself.

He’d dressed up a little, wearing grey slacks with a bright blue shirt and a grey corset vest with black laces that made him look damn good. Usually, he went for comfort when he was working, but knowing Mistress Camille was coming in made him want to look his very best.

The more he’d gotten to know her, the more he liked her. Even though they’d been keeping everything mostly within professional boundaries, who she was as a person had shown through.

Some kind of sixth sense sizzled in the air, lifting the hairs along the back of his neck, and he jerked his gaze to the top of the stairs. Somehow, he’d known that this time, it was her arriving. And he was right. She and Mistress Julie reached the top of the stairs at the same time, two stunning opposites.

Despite her heels, Mistress Julie only came up to Mistress Camille’s chin. Mistress Julie was dressed in all black, while Mistress Camille was wearing bright red, making them stand out even more next to each other. The tight red corset wrapped around Mistress Camille’s curves pushed her breasts up to an incredible height, nipped in her waist, and showed off her hips. Her pants were a matching red but made of stretchy material that hugged her thighs before flaring out at the knees, like bell bottoms. Her hair was pulled into little twists that were decorated with shiny red beads. She looked stunning and dangerous at the same time.

The kind of woman he could spend hours worshiping. Preferably with his tongue.

“Mistresses,” he greeted them with a smile, though he knew his gaze lingered longer on Mistress Camille. Her dark eyes met his, and it felt as if the room was filled with electricity. But he was supposed to be working. “Welcome. May I take your coats?”

They handed over the coats they were carrying, Mistress Camille shooting him a special smile. Freddy beamed back at her before hanging them up.

“Thank you, Freddy,” Mistress Camille said, and the note of approval in her voice made him want to preen.

Seeing her at the club was a completely different experience than seeing her in the office. It was as though all the pent-up sexual tension was leaking out now that they didn’t have to suppress it.

“Let me show you to your table.” As much as he wanted to indulge in small talk, something, he was tongue tied. Not his normal state.

Grabbing up the night’s menus, he led them to their table, putting a little saunter in his step. He knew the pants he was wearing made his ass look fantastic. Some men might discount how much a woman enjoyed looking at a pair of well-fitted pants, but Freddy knew better. Women appreciated a fine ass as much as men did.

“Here you go,” he said when they got there, stepping back so the two women could slide into the booth. Mistress Camille brushed by him on the side he was standing, perhaps a little closer than necessary. He might have wondered if it was intentional if she hadn’t peeked up at him when she sat down and shot him a flirtatious wink.

His whole body was buzzing.

Unfortunately, he had to walk away, but that little wink made him feel like he was floating the whole way back to the lobby. When he got back there, Morgan raised her eyebrows at him.

“Back so soon?”

“I couldn’t exactly stand there and flirt.”