Going out to a club on my own shouldn’t be such a big deal. I’m fully capable of staying safe, but the environment I choose to be in shouldn’t be so sketchy that I can’t let loose like the club claims. Turning into someone’s submissive slave for a night is a pleasure, not a sacrifice, but only if the man I’m submitting to is worthwhile. It’s a little hard getting close to anyone when there’s some unknown man stalking me in the background, but so long as we don’t get emotionally attached, does it even matter?
Emilio Yocco
Helping out a friend of a friend should be a fast, one-and-done type of deal. But when it’s the blonde bombshell I remember meeting not long ago, and she pops up at my favorite club... it’s hard to keep ignoring her. Too bad she’s got danger in her blood, and someone hellbent on hurting her. I suppose that's the best part of falling for a bodyguard — we’re always ready to protect at all costs.