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moment she thought he was going to lean in and kiss her. Her heart raced as her gaze dropped down to his mouth.
    “The two of you would be hot together.” His voice had dropped to a whisper that sent a shiver through her.
    Sure, she’d found Oliver attractive, but she’d honestly believed he was completely interested in Josh. Sitting here side by side, her body flared with desire and need. Working at a sex club had heightened her awareness of all things erotic, and yet at the same time she’d grown immune to the allure of certain in-your-face turn-ons.
    But not this. Not the subtle, unconscious seduction of Oliver. She’d been denying herself even the thought of him for months. And yet here she sat alone with him in a closet wanting to kiss him.
    The tip of Oliver’s tongue was barely visible past his lips. Would he tease her with it if she were to close the distance between them to press her lips to his?
    “You do too.” Oliver reached up and cupped her cheek. “Have that effect on people. But unlike Josh you seem pretty fucking oblivious to the fact.”
    Shit. She leaned into his touch and tried to ignore the fact that this was a very bad idea. She’d gotten caught having sex at her last place of employment, and she’d been fired on the spot. While she knew Josh wouldn’t do that to her, the ghosts of mistakes past crept up on her.
    A sharp knock at the door had Oliver pull away. Her heart raced and her blood pounded in her ears. What the hell had she been about to do?
    “Beth, you in there? We have some questions about the party.”
    It was Jordan, one of the dungeon monitors. Beth got to her feet and brushed the dust from her ass. “Yeah, just a second. We’re shifting boxes.”
    “Damn,” Oliver muttered behind her.
    All she could do was nod. Damn indeed. “You okay to finish up?”
    “I’m good.” He sounded far from good.
    Casting a quick glance at where he sat, Beth had more than a little guilt about the state she was leaving him in. “Sorry.”
    Oliver tilted his head back and smiled. “Is there something wrong with me?”
    “What? No!”
    Another knock. “Beth?”
    Growling, she yanked the door open and came face-to-face with Jordan. “Hey. Where are you guys?”
    “Conference room.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You good?”
    “Give me five minutes and I’ll be there.”
    Jordan showed remarkable restraint and didn’t peek behind her. “Okay.”
    Shutting the door, Beth gave herself a moment to calm her flare of anger. Someone had done something to Oliver to elicit that reaction. The mere thought of his being hurt pissed her off. “Spill.”
    “Beth, it’s nothing.”
    “It’s not nothing. You look like I kicked your puppy. Now what did you mean is there something wrong with you?”
    “I—” Oliver groaned and lightly banged his head against the wall. “I think I’m having my own midlife crisis.”
    “You’re only twenty-nine.” She shifted her weight, jutting her hip to the side. Josh always called it her Domme glare. Not that she had any experience in that department. “You can’t have a crisis yet.”
    “I’ve had a lot of crap land on me in the past year and a half.” Before she could ask, he held up his other hand. “I really don’t want to get into it right now, so don’t ask.”
    “Okay.” She watched him run his finger along the bird’s feathers. “But you need to know there’s nothing wrong with you. If there are things you’re curious about, people you might want to be with, then I think you should give yourself permission to try.”
    “As simple as that?”
    Was it? Probably not. “It’s been my experience that we tend to make things harder on ourselves than we need to. Think about what you want.”
    “You better go.” Oliver stood. “They’ll be wondering where you are.”
    Shit, she didn’t want to walk out on this, not yet. But if she pushed too hard, Oliver was more likely to retreat. At the last second, she paused by the