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Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
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  21. 18
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  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
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  40. 13
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  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
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  68. 18
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
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She was perfectly willing to agree Luke was a great guy. It just didn’t change anything when it came to a personal relationship between them. Still, as she met the rest of Nick’s team, she could feel his blue eyes on her, studying her the same way his brother did.

Patrick had mentioned Nick might turn out to be a Dom. Right now, Olivia was inclined to agree with him. He didn’t like that the conversation was no longer under his control. Hiding her smirk, Olivia finished up talking with them and headed to her office. Nick would learn. He was even more unseasoned than her Baby Doms right now though, no matter how much innate confidence he had. His particular brand of brash, blunt charm would work well on subbies—not so well on Dommes.

Opening the door to her office, Olivia flicked on the light, took two steps and came to an immediate halt.

Blinked.

Her lips parted.

It wasn’t quite a jaw drop but... close.

There was a red glass vase full of long stemmed red roses and baby’s breath sitting in the middle of her desk. Her favorite kind of flower in her favorite kind of arrangement. Olivia liked the classics. Approaching with slow, even steps, she tried not to let the warm feeling in her stomach and the fluttering of her heart affect her. There was no card, but she didn’t need one to know who it was from.

He might not know how much she liked red roses, it might have just been a guess or laziness to go with the classic standard.

A lot of people considered red roses overused for a reason.

But sitting on her desk beside the vase was a raspberry chocolate bar of her favorite brand.

Someone had been telling tales to Luke.

Olivia pursed her lips.

Definitely not feeling touched or softened or any kind of emotional response right now. Nope.

Picking up the chocolate bar, she unwrapped it as she sat down at her desk, taking a bite and moaning a little as the decadent flavor exploded on her tongue.

Well played, Davis.

4

“NO!”

“NO!”

“NO!”

“Well they’re energetic,” Olivia said, her lips curving into a smile as she examined the lines of women facing off against each other, kitted out in padding and practicing their punches as they shouted ‘no!’ back and forth to each other. The self-defense course taught that a shouted ‘no’ was going to get immediate attention from anyone nearby.