Except that Linc was younger than he was. Linc was staying around. Somehow he couldn’t quite believe the whole “let’s simply have sex for six weeks because the class makes us horny and you’re convenient” thing had been Linc’s idea. He would have been a moron for not using that time to convince a woman like Lisa to settle for a dude like him.

Of course, that was exactly what Remy was doing, but he knew he was a moron.

“I’m not jealous.”

Her smile dimmed. “Of course you’re not because there’s nothing at all to be jealous about.”

He pointed her way. “I’m righteously pissed, and if he touches you in any way that doesn’t concern making sure you don’t fall or pushing you out of the way of danger, I’m going to have his ass. I don’t care that the bastard goes psycho from time to time. If he touches my damn sub, he’s going to find out how psychotic a Cajun boy can be. Do you understand me?”

She held her hands up as though letting go of the argument. “I understand that I am somehow surrounded by crazy, freaky overly protective men.”

He needed to make something plain to her. He wasn’t her brother. Not even close. He took her by the shoulders and got into her space, so close that she had to tilt her head up to look at him. “Your brother is overly protective, and maybe I can be considered that, too, but this is me being stupid and overly possessive. It’s not a pretty thing to be, but I can’t deny it. I know we’ve got an end date, but I can’t stand the thought of that pretty boy putting his hands on you.”

She groaned. “He’s the pretty boy? Let me get you a mirror, Sir, because it’s obvious you have no idea what pretty is.”

Her smart mouth did something for him. “Get in there and I would like to see a proper greeting for your Dom before we get to the night’s fun.”

She stepped back, her head bowing in perfect submission. It was all play because that chèrie bowed to no one and nothing she didn’t choose to bow to, and it would only work as long as she believed she was being treated fairly.

Like the queen she was.

She walked into the room, her heels clacking along the floor. He watched as she disappeared into what they liked to call the blue room. It had been painted shades of midnight blue, even the ceiling, to give the illusion that the sub was suspended by ropes that stretched up into the night sky, as though the night itself could hold and cradle the submissive close. All theater, of course. It would be him and his ropes keeping Lisa secure and ready for pleasure.

He entered the room and Lisa was in slave pose, on her knees, head down.

That was when he realized he wasn’t the only person in the room.