It would be pretty obvious if Angel either hauled off and punched her erstwhile groom or ran from the room.

Luke’s blue eyes studied her expression, his focus entirely on Olivia rather than Angel and Adam - and she did not like it, dammit, no matter how her body responded to his sharp, inquiring gaze, the way it seemed like he was really looking at all of her and trying to decide how best to serve her. She was pretty sure she was assigning meaning to his expression where there was none.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And no, she didn’t get turned on just because this incredibly handsome, confident, alpha man immediately backed down and called her ma’am. That would be ridiculous. Especially since he was probably just mocking her with it. He might be exactly her type physically (so what if she had a weakness for dark hair, light eyes, and an aura of confidence?), but he was also going to be her boss soon. Basically her boss. Patrick and Michael had assured her that the day to day running of Marquis would be handled mostly by her and Michael; Luke was just going to be a silent partner... but a partner still meant an owner and she was just going to be a manager.

Being attracted to a man in a position of power over her was unprecedented, so she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. Not if she had anything to say about it. Her body could do what it liked, but she controlled her responses.

Although, she was certainly looking forward to having him join the next Baby Doms class. She’d managed to get Patrick to agree Luke had to go through the newbie class like all the other new members, and she was going to be in charge of the one at Marquis. Lisa was taking over the one at Stronghold. Patrick liked to have Dommes teaching the class, mostly because it practically guaranteed no misogynist was going to make it through the entire course. The Doms had to go through everything they wanted to put a submissive through, so they got to experience whips, floggings, clamps, canes, bondage, wax, the whole gamut. Olivia’s favorite day was anal plug day. The plugs weren’t big but they certainly brought out the whining.

Could she help it if her particular kink celebrated seeing alpha men submitting? Sure, they weren’t submitting to her exactly, since they had an end goal, but it was satisfying nonetheless. She couldn’t wait to put Luke through the class.

Couldn’t wait in a purely professional sense, that was. Nothing more. Just an opportunity to have the flirtatious, arrogant man under her control for a while. Besides, she might feel like they had more of a balance of power once she’d whipped his ass and put a plug in it, owner of the club or not.