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and prove to her that she’d always be safe at his
side, that even in the presence of overt BDSM she could trust him. But after
his disastrous conversation with her, attending a Founder’s Meeting was the
last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he’d been so angry he’d left the decision
of whether or not she’d even be permitted to enter the club with Simon. A
decision he now regretted, as he thought of her sitting in a cold car while he
was warm and comfortable inside the club. I should’ve at least left her the
keys, so she could turn the car on. But then again she might have abandoned me
here if I had.
    Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys
before flagging down the server who’d just brought in a large tray heaped with
food for the breakfast buffet.
    “Ryan, could you do me a favor and take these keys
out to the woman sitting in my car?”
    “Of course, Master Alastar.” The young man reached
for the keys when Simon appeared behind him.
    “That won’t be needed, Ryan. Please go help Greta
bring in the last tray.” The young submissive froze - torn between obeying
Amery and Simon.
    Amery glared at Simon before giving the young man a brief
nod. “Go, do as Master Simon suggested. I’ll take care of it.” Setting his
coffee down, Amery rose to his full height. He wasn’t going to argue with Simon
about this. Even if she was breaking his heart, he wasn’t going to let Myrna
freeze in his car – that’s if she was still waiting for him. He wouldn’t put it
past her to head out on foot.
    He moved to follow Ryan from the room, when Simon
grabbed his arm.”I’m not going to let her freeze out there, for God’s sakes,”
he snapped.
    “I wasn’t asking you to. Come with me before you jump
to conclusions, Amery. You need to see something.”
    Amery frowned. “Can’t it wait?”
    “No. I’m afraid if you make her wait much longer,
she’ll loose her nerve. Not to mention she’s not that well-trained yet.”
    Wiping a hand down his suddenly tired face, Amery
wondered how to get himself out of this predicament. More than likely Simon had
procured a newly trained submissive to attend him during the Founder’s Meeting.
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but unlike the past, this morning he wasn’t in
the mood. Suddenly he couldn’t stomach the thought of being the patient Master
he was known to be with any woman other than Myrna.
    “No, I can’t. Not today, Simon. Tell her to come back
Thursday night and I’ll look her over.” While he had no desire to have any
other woman than Myrna as his slave, he would always be available for training
purposes with newbies. He took his title as the Training Master very seriously.
    “Please, Master Alastar.” The soft request in Simon’s
voice had him pausing. It’d been years since he’d heard it from the man. In
fact it he hadn’t heard that tone since Simon had completed his training.
    Figuring he could always give his keys to Sanders
later, he finally nodded. It was probably better that he didn’t see Myrna sitting
in the car. The chances of him hoisting her over his shoulder and dragging her
inside with him were high. “I need to stop by the front door first.”
    The relief in Simon’s eyes was obvious. Evidently the
younger man thought he was going to have to force Amery into coming with him.
    “Thank you, Amery. I would’ve hated to have to call
Sanders up here to escort you.”
    “As if!” Amery gave a tired chuckle. They both knew
Sanders wouldn’t lay a hand on Amery – considering the huge man was Angelica’s
slave and it was forbidden for a slave to touch a Master without permission. It
was because of his mistress’s wishes that he offered his services at the door,
and only Angelica could order Sanders to touch any of the Founding Members.
    After giving his keys to William, the bouncer on
duty, Amery followed Simon down the hall towards the private playrooms. He
laughed when Simon offered to go get Angelica. But all humor fled