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Slave to Love , the show where you will find your perfect Dom…or Domme?” She winked.
    Taren grabbed her hand and shook it hard enough to rattle the plates and glasses on the table. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret this.”
    “But you will.” Dori stood. “Don’t come crying to me when it does a number on you.” She glared at Ananda. “Lose my number.” She stomped out of the restaurant.
    “I can’t believe this is happening.” Taren danced in her seat.
    “I can’t believe I’m taking a chance with you. But you remind me a lot of myself. I hope I’m not making a mistake.”
    “You’re not. Trust me. I’ll work hard and do whatever is asked of me.” She sat on her hands to keep from clapping. “So, when do I start? What happens now?”
    “I’ll get some contracts drafted. Filming will take place here in Virginia Beach. But you’ll need to be on set twenty-four hours a day for the next month. Are you able to get the time away from work?” Ananda fished through her bag as she spoke to Taren.
    Taren couldn’t eat. She could barely think. “I’m a temp. I’ll tell my agency not to book me for anything for the next month.”
    “Good. You can finish out this week. It’ll give you an opportunity to get your affairs in order. Next week I’ll have a car come pick you up.” She took a bite of her lunch.
    “Pick me up to go where?”
    “Your new home for the next few weeks. I think you’ll really like it.” Ananda lifted her tablet and aimed it at Taren. “Smile.”
    Taren could definitely satisfy that one request. Her face hurt from smiling. Even after Ananda placed the device back into her purse, Taren continued beaming. She’d done it. She would be taking a chance. She would be living.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Jace slammed his suitcase shut about the same time his doorbell chimed. Perfect timing. He brought the suitcase to the front door. He set it down before opening the door. On the other side stood Ananda, a young man, and a white woman with jet-black hair.
    “Good morning, Jace.” Ananda stepped inside. As though taking a cue from the last time they’d met, she shook Jace’s hand instead of giving him a hug. “I’d like to introduce you to my executive producer, Vern Nerdlinger.”
    The pudgy man stumbled into the house, adjusted his glasses on his thin nose, and shook Jace’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you. You have a lovely home.”
    Jace stared at the man for a moment before he nodded. “Thanks. I expect it to look like this when all this filming is done.”
    Vern nodded his head and moved off to the side.
    Ananda raised her hands to introduce the woman with the spiky hair. “And this is Kitty.”
    Jace recalled the woman he used to see at a BDSM club he frequented. From the way she shook his hand, it seemed like she didn’t remember him.
    She still smelled like citrus, like the woman ran through an orchard before coming to his home. He remembered her being thin, but never this slender. No matter her size, she could bring a man to his knees with her domineering style of play.
    “Come on in. Ananda told me her plans.” Jace ushered his guests into the living room.
    He had to abandon his initial plan to tell Ananda no on using his home. Jace knew Kitty’s style. From when they used to play in the same dungeon and ran in the same circles, he knew she wouldn’t allow any mischief to happen in his home. He couldn’t use that as an excuse.
    “Yes, and now there’s a name for the show. Slave to Love .” Ananda beamed.
    “Even though she’s a submissive?” Vern asked.
    The question caused Jace to snicker.
    Ananda shot Jace a glare before speaking to her associate producer. “Yes. It goes along with the whole 80’s song reference like Love My Way . Plus the name will cause a lot of conversation in the media.”
    “As they say, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.” Kitty’s raspy voice sounded even grittier now, like she kept a constant diet of