Chapter Seven
It’s already Wednesday after her remarkable Sunday—an ending with Plato, a frightening first with Armando, a thrilling piercing followed by the darkness of Jordan Lucas pouring out on her like the blackest night. She’s thinking of Jordan more often now, afraid of what she’s feeling. His behavior reflects the kind of dominance she’s known from a dozen masters, which makes her wonder if he isn’t hiding a love for sadomasochism beneath his stalwart and unsoiled façade.
Armando is playing poker with his friends, while she’s alone in the apartment, m**********g to her memories of her Sunday, when Diva calls.
“He’s new, and old, been in the scene but not recently. I don’t know him well, but he has great references. He specifically asked for you—the rumor mill must be grinding
