“I don’t have anything planned,” Olivia said with a laugh. “And Cade is a vault, so I have no clue what’s on the agenda. Except…he gave me a list.”

“A list of scenes that he wants to do?”

Olivia shook her head. “A list of other Doms that may or may not participate in a future scene with us.”

Sadie topped off her wineglass and wiggled with avaricious delight. “Now we’re getting to the good stuff.”

Olivia took a deep breath. “One of my fantasies is a…well, it’s a group sex thing.”

Sadie nodded, her eyes glued to Olivia. “I’m with you.”

“Kind of like an interrogation,” Olivia continued.

“Less with you, but go on.”

Olivia chuckled. “The details aren’t important, but he made a list of all the Doms he knows and asked me to eliminate anyone I absolutely wouldn’t want to have involved.”

“All the Doms he knows?” Amanda raised an eyebrow. “That’s a long list. Cade knows everybody.”

“I know. I didn’t even recognize some of the names.” Olivia sighed and leaned back in her chair, feeling remarkably relaxed. This sharing business was actually kind of nice. “It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“How so?”

Olivia tilted her head back to look at Sam, still leaning against the wall. She opened her mouth to answer him, but then Sadie said, “Oh, for God’s sake,” and stomped out of the room.

Amanda stared after her. “What the hell?”

“Wait for it,” Rebecca sighed, and Sadie came marching back into the room with a small stool in her hands.

“Here.” She plunked it down in front of Sam. “Happy now?”

Sam eyed the stool carefully, as though he was assessing its structural integrity. “Will this one put me on my ass too?”

“It’s my makeup stool,” she said. “I sit on it every day. Park it and shut up.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to get dumped on the floor,” he grumbled, and sat. “You were saying, Olivia?”

“It’s hard, because the all the ones on the list that I trust are, well, taken.”

“Like who?”

Olivia looked at Amanda. “Like your husband.”

Amanda’s eyes widened behind her glasses. “Oh.”

“And Nick,” she went on, and Rebecca blinked in surprise. “And a few others, like Simon and Isaac and Mark.”

“Married, engaged, married.” Sadie pursed her lips as she ticked them off. “Isn’t there anyone single on the list?”

“Well, there’s Jack.” Olivia frowned. “But I can never get a read on him. He always looks pissed off.”

“That might be the sadist thing,” Sam offered.

Sadie waved a hand. “Nah, that’s just Jack. He has resting dick face.”

Sam laughed, choking on his wine. “Good one. Collette’s going to love that.”

“Hey.” Sadie pointed at him. “What’s said at submissive wine night—”