“Ignore her,” said the black girl between the redhead and the curly haired fairy. She was gorgeous, with dark brown eyes, an almost challenging stare, and long black braids to nearly her waist. The tightly fitted red t-shirt she was wearing made the most of her firm curves and slim waist. “She seems to have some very specific, very wrong, ideas about what submissives are and aren’t.” Leaning over the table she stretched out her hand to shake. “I’m Rae and this is my friend Domi.”

Domi, the curly-haired fairy girl, grinned. “It’s Dominique, actually, but everyone calls me Domi. And yes, I’m aware of the irony.”

A submissive named Domi. Luke grinned as he shook both of their hands, some of his misery dissipating in anticipation of how the dominants would react to her. On the other side of Rae, the redhead was slouching back against the booth pouting with her arms crossed over her chest. The blonde ignored her, so he assumed the two of them weren’t friends like Rae and Domi.

“They’re coming,” whispered Rae, looking nervous. She and Domi reached under the table to grab hands for moral support.

Luke wished he had someone to grab hands with for moral support. Even though he was a fairly confident, self-assured man who had no trouble holding his own against Doms like Michael and Patrick when it came to making business decisions, this was an entirely different kind of situation. The pack of approaching Doms made him nervous too, just because he wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting into—and with Olivia at the head of the pack he was probably in some real trouble. The sadistic little smile curving her lips when she caught his eye was not reassuring.

“Hello everyone,” Olivia said smoothly, coming to a halt in front of the table with the men arrayed behind her. All but the blond were looking at Luke now, studying him, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to shift uncomfortably in his seat under the weight of their combined stares. The others might call them ‘Baby Doms’ but as far as he could tell they had all the same confidence and authority as a regular dominant, and he’d never been subjected to this kind of scrutiny by a pack of them before.