Kincaid, in all his confident Domly glory, had another man pressed up against the wall of the club and was now lifting his head from what looked like an extremely hot lip-lock. That wasn’t the surprising part - Kincaid wasn’t exactly shy about the fact that he was bisexual - nope, the surprising part was who he had pressed up against the wall, chest to chest and groin to groin.

But... but... Zach’s straight... and a Dom... What the ever-loving fuck...?

As both of their heads snapped to look to where she was standing, the door to the club still open as she gaped at them, Sharon let out a squeaking noise. Even though they were clinging to the shadows of the patio, both of them had the Dom stare - which really made the whole situation more confusing.

She bolted.

Or, well, tried to.

So much for elegance in heels.

She made it about two steps into the back hallway before she tripped and went sprawling. Behind her, she heard the door open and close and felt the cool draft of air all the way up her short skirt to her bare pussy.

“Pimp… Down...”

Kincaid’s low chuckle made her wince.

“Never change, Sharon,” he said from behind her.

“Roger that,” she said with a low groan, feeling both a little bruised and totally embarrassed. She sighed, resting her forehead on the back of her right hand. At least she remained entertaining even when life literally knocked her down.

“And here I thought I was going to have to chase you down,” Kincaid said, his voice an amused drawl touched with a hint of concern. Strong hands lifted her up from her waist like she weighed nothing. Too bad he was too scary of a Dom for her because that was damn sexy. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Nothing hurt but my pride,” she grumbled.

Not that it stopped him from giving her a look over. She really was okay though. With all the practice she had walking in these heels, she’d gotten a lot of practice falling in them too. Her hands were a little sore where she’d smacked her palms against the floor, but her knees weren’t even scraped or bruised.

Slinging his arm around her shoulder, Kincaid started walking her towards the main club floor. Behind them, she heard the door open and close again, but Kincaid obviously didn’t want her to look back, so she didn’t.