Salacious Exposure (SEATTLE DOMS #1) by Becca Jameson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Becca Jameson
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FAYE
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I hiss as I lean toward my friend
and co-worker, grabbing her arm. “This is so not my scene.”
Trinity turns in her seat and smiles at me. “It’s just an intro class, Faye.
You don’t have to commit to a membership or anything.”
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“You say that like it’s intro to algebra or intro to poly sci,” I whisper.
Trinity giggles, covering her mouth to stifle the noise as everyone takes
their seats. She shrugs. “Intro to algebra. Intro to BDSM. It’s all the same.”
I glance around the room and shudder. I don’t know a thing about
BDSM. I should have done some research before I let Trinity talk me into
this. I should have stayed home and read the latest issue of Science Weekly.
That’s the kind of information I should be filling my brain with—not
BDSM.
A man at the front claps his hands together. “I want to thank all of you
for coming tonight. My name is Easton. I’m one of the owners of Edge.
Whether you’re new to BDSM, new to Seattle, or just curious, welcome.
I’ll be giving you a crash course in what BDSM is all about, then I’ll take
some questions, and finally, you’re all free to wander around and explore
the club before it opens to our regular members.”
Easton… I knew an Easton once. Easton Riley. He didn’t look anything
like this tall, buff, energetic, friendly man. The only thing this sexy Easton
has in common with the Easton I knew in high school is his hair color.
I find myself mesmerized by this man. For one thing, he’s charismatic. I
assume everyone in the room is mesmerized by him. For another thing, he
surprises me. For some reason, I expected the owner of a fetish club to be…
well, not so…regular.
Easton is an ordinary man. Mid-thirties, brown hair, brown eyes, tanned
skin. If he has any tattoos, I can’t see them. He’s wearing a black polo shirt
that fits snugly around his enormous biceps. He has on blue jeans and tennis
shoes.
Why did I expect leather and chains? I had visions of bikers. I’m so
shallow.
I try to listen to what he’s telling us about the meaning of the BDSM
acronym and the general rules of the club and the fetish community in
general. It’s hard to focus, though, because I keep finding myself simply
staring at him—the way he moves as he paces slowly back and forth. He’s
so confident. Every time he turns to one side, I catch a glimpse of his
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