The Hybrid Mate
“God, no. Darian isn’t exactly my type—no offense. I have a sub I work with most of the times I go up there, and I go to Jason or one of the others if I’m in the mood for a Dom.”
“Oh.” No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t imagine her happy-go-lucky friend dressed up like she had been that night at the club, barking orders at some masked man or woman tied up in a dark room. Then again, nothing within the walls of the Lodge was ever what she expected it to be.
“That’s cool. Jason seems… nice.”
Sandra laughed, at least as much as her lungs would allow. “He’s a dick, but he’s crazy good at wax play.”
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