“Mmmm,” Leigh said contemplatively, unscrewing the cap on her water bottle. Out of the three of them, she’d worked up the most sweat because she’d been doing a lot of the demonstrating while Olivia had been going around and correcting the students’ form and technique. “I can see where that could be awkward. Especially if he started feeling like he needed to exert his own dominance at the club since he’s submitting to you in class.”

“Exactly,” Olivia said.

“Has he tried to yet?” Angel asked.

“No... but he’s made it clear it’s me he wants, not another Domme.” Which she was not going to smile about. Dammit. “He left roses on my desk this morning. And raspberry chocolate. My favorite brand.” She tried to sound indifferent but knowing she wasn’t quite making it.

“Ha! So that’s what he and Adam were texting about!” Angel said triumphantly. “Adam wouldn’t tell me. I knew they were up to something.”

Yeah, she was making a naughty list before Christmas and Adam was definitely joining Patrick and Michael on it. Interfering jerks. Luke didn’t need any help to make Olivia want him, dammit!

The man in question arrived at that moment to pick up Angel and Leigh and take them home, and Olivia gave him the Look the entire time he was there. Patrick had stayed in his office the whole time she’d been there. Smart man. Adam met her own gaze with cool blue eyes, pretending indifference. Or maybe innocence. It didn’t matter which, it was all a pretense and she so saw through him. That blond goatee and mustache didn’t entirely hide his smirk.

She pointed at him and mouthed ‘You’re on my list’ as he gave her one last glance over his shoulder, checking to make sure she was getting into her car okay.

To her annoyance, he just grinned and waved. Maybe she could convince Angel to scatter some Legos on the floor of his side of the bed tonight. He really hated it when the Legos came out.

Sighing, Olivia got into her car. She needed to go home and prepare for tomorrow’s class. Have a plan in place for exactly how she was going to deal with Luke.

Since she had the excuse to get her hands on him, just this once, might as well take full advantage of it.

“I look ridiculous,” Luke said, walking out of the men’s locker room and into the Marquis’ stage room, which had already been set up with spanking benches for class that evening.

He had a bad feeling about this, which only got worse when he saw, to his dismay, that Michael and Ellie weren’t the only ones standing in the room. Kincaid, Brian, and Morgan had arrived while he’d been changing.