Free The Reluctant Dom by Tymber Dalton Page B

ready."
    Seth wasn't sure he had the right wardrobe. “I've got jeans but I'm a little short on Latex."
    Leah walked in from the kitchen and laughed. “I picked you up a couple of shirts this afternoon you can choose from. They're in your closet. Just wear jeans and your black sneakers."
    They retreated to their rooms. Seth looked in his closet and, sure enough, found the shirts Leah had mentioned. Three button-up long-sleeved chambray shirts, nothing especially noteworthy. One black, one navy, one dark purple.
    It didn't take him long to change. She'd apparently already washed and ironed them, because they smelled like detergent.
    He nervously waited in the living room and debated having a drink but wasn't sure if that was a good idea. Kaden appeared first, a long duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He wore black jeans, black sneakers, and a button-up long-sleeved charcoal grey shirt.
    "Somehow, I always pictured leather vests and metal studs,” Seth snarked.
    Kaden set the bag on the sofa. “Yeah, leather's too damn hot. I usually take my shirt off anyway, keeps me cooler and more freedom of movement. I'm not in this to make a fashion statement.” He glanced down the hall and dropped his voice. “Tonight, just watch. Don't object to anything we do, don't act shocked at anything you see. The only time you think about stepping in is if she calls red, I call red, or I ask you in to help."
    "You said I wouldn't have to do anything!” Seth felt panic clambering for a hold again.
    "I hope I don't. But if I need help, I'd rather ask you than Tony or someone else."
    "How are you explaining who I am to these people?"
    Kaden shrugged, sadness in his eyes. “The truth. That I'm training you to be Leah's new Master."
    Seth didn't think anything could break though the shock that Kaden's matter-of-fact tone had struck him with.
    Then Leah emerged from the bedroom.
    The stiletto heels set off her long legs and curvy hips. The black leather skirt was marginally longer than the one she'd greeted him in the night before but not by much. The black leather bustier pushed her breasts up. He suspected her nipples would be visible if it wasn't for the short white cotton shirt that barely concealed her cleavage. She wore a different collar, a little heavier looking than the one she'd had on before, still attached with a heart-shaped lock and with a small silver tag hanging from it. Make-up and hair the same as the night before.
    She stopped in front of Kaden. With her head tilted to the floor, she lifted her eyes. “I'm ready, Master."
    "Very good, love. You look beautiful. Doesn't she look beautiful, Seth?"
    Seth nodded, finally croaked, “Yes."
    She bashfully smiled, which Seth thought was weird considering what he'd already witnessed. “Thank you, Sir."
    Shocked, Seth looked at Kaden. “We're in formal mode now,” Kaden explained. He grabbed the duffel bag—Seth wasn't sure if he wanted to know what was in that—and took Leah's hand. “Let's go play, love."
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Chapter 5
    They took Leah's Lexus, Kaden driving. Seth was going to sit in the backseat but Kaden guided Leah there first, not releasing her hand until she was seated. Before she let go, she kissed the back of his hand.
    "Thank you, Master."
    "You're welcome, love."
    Seth numbly slid into the front passenger seat and tried to quiet his racing brain.
    The club was located in a nondescript mixed-use commercial complex east of Sarasota, not too far from the interstate. Several dozen cars were already parked outside. Kaden took his glasses off and left them on the dash, then reversed the procedure for getting Leah out after he grabbed the duffel bag from the trunk. He took her hand, and she kissed it before carefully stepping out.
    Seth wouldn't deny he was as hard as a rock.
    She held Kaden's hand while Seth trailed behind them. In the foyer, Kaden spoke to someone at the desk and then turned to Seth. “Here. Take her.” He offered up Leah's