Free She's All In: Club 3, Book 1 by Cathryn Cade

have scars,” she mumbled.
    “Yet you wanted to see mine.” His voice was cold.
    “Yours?” Daisy stared at him.
    His brows rising in a look that said she was possibly dumber than rocks, he pointed at his left eye.
    Daisy gaped. He actually thought that scar was disfiguring? “Hey, that’s sexy,” she blurted.
    He looked taken aback, and then a slow, wolfish smile spread across his face. “Maybe I’ll think yours are sexy.”
    She shook her head, looking away. “Trust me, they’re not.”
    “Hey, Dack, what’re you doing chatting up my girl?” It was Mason, appearing at Dack’s elbow, a frosty salted margarita in each hand. He was scowling.
    Daisy blinked. His girl? She’d agreed to have a drink with the guy, that was all.
    Now Dack was scowling. At her. “Daisy?”
    She could only handle one disgruntled male at a time. “I’m not sure why you’re upset,” she said to Mason.
    He gave her a what-the-hell look. “Because you accepted my key,” he bit off.
    “What? She took my key.” Oh, great, now the blond guy, Kevin, was back at Dack’s other elbow, and he was looking daggers at her as well.
    “Hey, I don’t know what all this fuss is about,” she protested, her voice quavering embarrassingly.
    “Daisy.” Dack cut her off, his deep voice full of authority. “Explain.”
    She wanted to quail before the three alpha males glaring at her. Stiffening her knees, she faced them, glaring back defiantly. “Explain what? I don’t even know what you’re so mad about.”
    “Yeah, right.” Kevin shook his head in disgust.
    Mason eyed her, his head cocked to one side. “No, hold on. I think she’s telling the truth.”
    “Daisy.” She looked at Dack, willing the tears clogging her throat not to fall. She’d finally gotten the courage to follow through on her fantasies, and now her exciting adventure was going to hell for reasons she didn’t even understand.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pretty blonde sitting with her arms crossed, watching. She shook her head as if unable to believe how much trouble Daisy was in.
    Dack took her hand in his, lifting it so the key hanging from her arm was displayed. “You don’t know what the keys mean? Rochelle didn’t explain that to you when you came in?”
    “No. Wait, she mentioned keys, but she—she wasn’t feeling well.” Daisy didn’t want to get the receptionist in trouble. Seemed like she had enough. “She didn’t finish whatever she was going to say. I thought she was going to faint. She waved me in and ran for the restroom.”
    Dack grimaced. “I’ll deal with that in a bit. Now, where are their keys?”
    Daisy handed him his sunglasses and dug the other keys from her purse. They lay in her palm.
    She tried to hand them to him, but he shook his head, shoving his sunglasses on the top of his head. “Daisy, when someone—a guy or a gal—offers you their key, it means they’re a dom. And they’re asking you to be their partner, to submit to them for the evening.”
    Her breath froze in her throat, her tears forgotten. He held her gaze, his quizzical. “And when you take it, you’re agreeing.”
    “Oh.” The work came out in a squeak. Holy crap, all three of these guys thought she’d agreed to—to let them do stuff to her, with her?
    Dack rose, towering over her. “Now choose. And hurry your ass up about it. I’ll be back in a minute.” He turned and strode away.
    Oh God. Daisy watched him go. Was he coming back? Did she even want him to? Well, one thing was for sure, she had to deal with these two guys first.
    She turned to Mason and held out his key. “I’m really sorry.”
    He nodded, looking as if he were trying not to grin. “’S okay. Put it in my pocket, eh?”
    She looked at his tight jeans and blinked at the size of his male package. She was not going there. Instead, she tucked the key in a small pocket of his vest.
    “You’re not getting one of my margaritas,” he teased, waving the drinks