Chapter Thirty-Six

It’s not really a question that needs to be posed. Obviously.

Except… There are now myriad thoughts invading my mind.

Erotic ones, wrapped around voyeurism.

Jealous ones, considering Jameson might have just ordered an orgy for us to participate in—and I’m not interested in sharing this man.

And anxious ones, because this might be the place where he demonstrates his dominance, bringing the collar into play.

Oh, shit.

I pull in a few deep breaths. Then I suck down half my glass of bubbly. And breathe some more.

Beside me, Jameson casually takes a drink. The entire scene is elegantly sensuous, with the glamourous chandelier and sconces on a dim setting, the plush furniture and the fancy décor. The incredibly hot and hunky male who’s orchestrating all of this.

He’s amazingly cool and collected. Like this is nothing out of the ordinary for him.

And, suddenly, I wonder if that’s true.

I more carefully query, “Been here before?”

Okay, that’s not the least bit cautious. I dove right in, didn