It wasn’t my fault I was attracted to him, but he was most definitely not for me, client or not. Who would want the drama of being with someone that famous?

He gave me a dazzling smile and extended his right hand. “Alex. Pleased to meet you, Elena.”

I hadn’t offered my name, but of course he knew it since he’d selected me based upon my profile.

I took his hand and shook it. His grip was firm, but not uncomfortably so, and his palm was dry and warm, all signs of confidence. Those objective observations failed to explain the electric rush I felt from touching him. A mere handshake with him felt more intimate than any of the things I’d done at work that day.

His easy smile didn’t waver, but those ridiculously blue eyes shifted with awareness.

Damn it, he knows I’m attracted to him.

It was an effort to remember to correct him. “Lady Elena.”

I wasn’t just establishing dominance by insisting on my title. I’d only progressed from the title of “Mistress” to “Lady” a few months earlier, a title that marked me as being in the uppermost echelon of even the most elite women in my profession. Only a handful of still active dominatrixes held the title of Lady. It had taken me five years to accomplish, faster than anyone else had managed it by about a decade. I was very dedicated to my craft.

I handed Alex Chase a list from the end table. “Since it’s your first time at the dungeon, you may want to review the rules.”

Many first-time clients had mistaken ideas about what went on here. We could bring just about any fantasy to life, but we weren’t a full-blown brothel. There was no sex allowed, no kissing, no penetration of any kind, and no exchange of bodily fluids. To the uninitiated, that could seem incredibly limiting, but once people shifted their understanding of sexuality, they often found their experiences were being limited by the absolute focus on those acts.

Alex Chase took the list and made a spectacle of studying it.

I looked back to the guy in the suit, who was also handsome in a more understated way. Black hair and thick brows framed dark, soulful eyes. Where Alex Chase was dressed casually in a black tee shirt and jeans, this man was in a designer power suit. From the bulging muscle tone I could see even under a suit as I introduced myself to him, I assumed he was personal security.

“Would you prefer to wait downstairs?” I asked.

Alex Chase chuckled. “Rami needs to stay.”

I would normally have been more patient in an interview, but was tired and really wanted to move things along. “Ah, I understand. You want him to watch. Is it voyeurism or a cuckold fantasy maybe…or something else?”

Alex Chase said, “Something else.” He gave me a delighted smile.

Were they just here for a laugh? I was getting more irritated by the moment. I’d known no good could come of taking new clients on the heels of that leaked video.