If he thought I would sit there like a goodlittle sub and let him look down his nose at me, he was dumber than he looked.
Conner’s expression changed, and he gavethe impression he was going to say something else rude, but he backed down.“No, we don’t want you to leave; there are a lot of Doms who would be a goodfit with you. I’m just…”
He paused and looked around the room. “I’mgoing to have Ben talk to you about that, though. Just please wait right here.”
He stood and walked off muttering about needinga drink.
Another point not in his favor. Alcohol ledto nothing but trouble.
As Conner weaved his way through the room, seeminglyunable to resist wiggling his ass at everyone, I shifted in my seat and leanedagainst the wall. The little bistro set was cute, but not built for comfort.
Skimming my gaze over the room, I smiled ata group of littles and their Daddies. Life would have been easier if I were ableto sink into such an innocent headspace. However, since that wasn’t an option,I looked away and scanned the small groups crowding the lounge space.
A stocky, frowning man at the next tablemade a comment about a scene starting soon, so I hoped that meant the roomwould clear out a bit. As I searched through the faces and noticed the range ofbody types, I wished there was a way to glance at someone and know howtrustworthy they were.
I’d counted on the owners being able topoint me in the right direction, but if that wasn’t true, I wouldn’t be comingback. Spending my own time sorting completely randomly through Doms did notsound like fun. There had to be a more efficient way of finding the Dom Iwanted than just arbitrarily getting to know them.
However, I hadn’t found a system yet, whichwas why I’d had such high hopes for the club.
So far the only Doms I’d met outside theclub hadn’t been the most patient individuals, but I’d thought that was becausethey fell into the wanna-be Dom category. I was starting to think maybe thathad been an incorrect assumption.
I’d nearly talked myself into leaving whena familiar face on the other side of the room had everything in me skidding toa halt. I knew he was important, but I didn’t know why.
Who was he?
Was he a professor from college?
A neighbor?
I knew I’d seen him before—in a sea ofstrangers, he was more.
He had to be at least forty, but hisexpression said serious and experienced, not old. I knew him…but from where?
I was so engrossed in finding the memory, Ijumped as someone sat down at the table. My gaze pulled away from themaddeningly familiar figure to a stranger wearing a band T-shirt and worn jeansthat probably cost more than my wardrobe.
This had to be Ben.
Reaching across the table, I extended myhand. “Ben, I presume?”
He nodded, looking a bit uneasy as he shookit. “I’m sorry things didn’t go smoothly with Conner. Normally we find that newsubs are more comfortable talking with another sub, but maybe another avenuewould be best.”
Obviously.
“I agree.” I wasn’t sure what Conner hadexplained, so I stayed silent. I might not like him, but throwing him under thebus to his Dom didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
Ben actually smiled. “I think I’m startingto see why you didn’t click.”
That list probably would’ve been too longto sort through because he just continued without going into detail. “From whatI understand, you were listing character traits you find appealing?”
When I nodded, he continued. “From what Igathered from Conner, you’re looking for a solid sort of man who’s mature andtrustworthy and happens to be a Dom who leans toward the lifestyle side ofthings?”
I thought that was a good way to describeit. “Yes, that’s accurate.”
He seemed pleased to have a grasp on thesituation. Relaxing back in his chair, he ran his hands over his thighs andlooked around the room. “Honestly, I’d say that a lot of men here fit thatgeneral description. I think that’s part of what was tripping Conner up.”
I really didn’t care why he didn’t like me,but I was mildly curious. “Part? What was the other?”
Ben smiled again. “He operates more onpassion and instinct first and logic second. I have a feeling you’re the exactopposite.”
