Olivia scowled. “Not someone who goes here, do you know?”

“No, someone she met at the party,” Leigh said, also frowning. “Lexie already talked to her.”

Private parties could be great, or they could be really bad, it all depended on who had been invited. Since Olivia and her friends were so heavily integrated into being at the club—Many of them either had or still did work there in one capacity or another—they didn’t do private parties, but plenty of other members still threw or attended them. Which Olivia hated since it put people she knew and cared about at risk, but there wasn’t anything they could do except take down names of people who misbehaved at parties and make sure they were never approved for the club. Lexie would have already taken care of that if she’d talked to Amy.

Nodding, Olivia looked around the room again. She caught Angel’s eye just as the other woman started to push herself up from the chair she had been relegated to. She was dressed in stretchy pants and a flowing, muumuu-like sweatshirt which Olivia was pretty sure had been Adam’s—not that she’d seen him wear it. One hard look from Olivia and Angel was slouching back into her chair, pouting and tossing her ponytail.

Next to Olivia, Leigh chuckled.

“Adam is dying to know how you do that. He’s only successful about fifty percent of the time, but you cow her every time.”

“That’s because she likes it when Adam spanks her, she has no idea what I’ll do.”

“What would you do?” Leigh asked curiously.

Focusing her flinty gray eyes on Leigh’s mismatched hazel and green ones, Olivia just studied her as the other woman’s cheeks started to turn pink and her own eyes dropped away from Olivia’s hard gaze. Hiding a smile, Olivia turned back to the class.

The truth was she hadn’t a freaking clue what she would do. She played behind closed doors for a reason; the only submissives who knew exactly what she did with them were those she actually played with. Olivia often let them suspect she was going ‘easy’ on them too. Mystery was pretty key to a badass persona.

It got things done. Even if sometimes she felt more soft and fluffy inside, especially when it came to her friends. They didn’t need to know that.

Once the class was finished and had left, Angel followed Olivia and Leigh around, holding the pads they picked up. Since the pads were lightweight, that was fine. Trying to get down low enough to pick them up was not.

“So, how was the first new submissive class?” Angel asked, her hazel eyes sparkling. Her lips pressed together to hold back a smile. “I hear you had a surprise student.”

“We didn’t know beforehand,” Leigh said hurriedly. “I don’t think Patrick or Michael told anyone.”