But a BDSM scene was the one place he was completely himself. No pretenses. For right this moment, he was okay with the fact that she wanted to shield her identity, but that didn’t mean he’d put up with any further prevarication. If she wanted the play, he wanted to get on with it. “And you know I’m a Dom.” “I…” She licked her upper lip. “Admit it.” He leaned in a little closer to her, not enough to intimidate her but enough to let her know that, to him, there were no other people in the room. “Something in you responds to me intuitively, female to male. You may want to deny what I’m saying, but you can’t. You won’t.” Avery flicked a glance at the floor before obviously catching herself and looking back up at him. It was enough to let him know she was a true submissive, one well suited to his tastes. “What color is your thong?” “I’m sorry?” She lifted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, but Cole took it from her.
