Chloe's identical twin sister Zoe wants a favor. She needs Chloe to dress up in her work clothes and meet an important client, pretending to be her. There's just one problem. Zoe isn't an investment banker as she's led everyone to believe--she's a dominatrix and her work clothes include a leather bustier, thigh-high boots and a feathered mask. There are three rules, according to Zoe--don't lose control of the situation, don't have sex with the client, and never take off the mask.
Shy, retiring Chloe has no idea how to go about dominating anyone. But that won't be a problem for long because the "client", Mark Jacobs, is a hot alpha male in a black leather mask of his own who prefers to take the lead when it comes to sex.
Soon Chloe is breaking all the rules for one night of forbidden passion but when she decides to take off her mask and asks Mark to do the same, she has no idea that the black leather he wears conceals a dark secret that may change her life forever.
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Posted November 24, 2013 by klblamble , BellevueI am a huge fan of Evangeline and while I'm waiting for her next yummy book, this quick read is yummy.. I wish there was more of it!
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Masks by Evangeline Anderson
The upper hand! I've got to keep the upper hand, Chloe remembered. Rule number one was never lose control of the situation. But in order to lose it, she'd have to get it in the first place, she reminded herself.
"Good evening, Mister Jacobs, um, I mean, Mark." She drew herself up to the full height afforded by the boots while mentally kicking herself. A frantic cell phone call to Zoe during the drive to the 'office' had gotten her the client's name, but she wasn't sure if a real dominatrix would have used it or not. Should she have called him 'slave' instead?
Luckily, the client didn't seem to mind her little informality. "Good evening, Mistress," he said, softly. "I've been looking forward to this for a very long time." He stepped forward, crowding her, getting in her space.
Chloe could smell his aftershave--something spicy and dangerous, just like the blue eyes that stared down at her from the black leather mask. The mask covered his eyes and the sides of his face, but left his mouth and nose free, as the one she was wearing did.
"So, how exactly is this supposed to go?" he asked. He was looking at her and Chloe had the feeling he was raising one eyebrow sardonically behind the black leather. Suddenly she knew what he was doing. He was taking control of the situation away from her before they even got started. Rule number one was about to be broken and they hadn't even gotten through the door yet!
She lifted her hand and felt the cool brush of feathers against her fingertips as she straightened her mask. It seemed to give her courage. Chloe took a deep breath and stepped forward, looking the client in the eye.
"I'll tell you how this is going to go," she said in a low, stern voice she barely recognized as her own. "It's going to go exactly how I say it should go. So get inside and...and assume the position!" She didn't know where she had gotten that--maybe Clan of the Cavebear? But it seemed to have the desired result.
"Yes, Mistress." The deep voice was a little more respectful this time. Chloe felt a surge of triumph as she slammed the door shut. She turned to see the large man--she supposed she might as well keep calling him Mark--leaning with his hands against the wall of the front hallway. He had his arms and legs spread like a man waiting to be frisked by the police.
Abruptly her triumph turned to despair. Now that she had him in this position, what in the world was she supposed to do with him? Mark seemed to be wondering too. He turned his head to look at her and his direct, blue eyes seemed to ask, Well?
"Face the wall!" Chloe barked, feeling like a twisted sort of drill sergeant. She could see this client was going to be a lot more trouble than Zoe had foreseen. If she gave him any room at all he was going to ride roughshod over her, exactly the way all of the other blind dates her twin set her up on had. Just the thought of all those alpha male assholes gave Chloe a shot of much-needed confidence. This time she had the upper hand. It might even be fun--if she could figure out what the hell she was supposed to do.
Well, she decided, staring at the broad shoulders of the man currently spread against the wall, he was in the position to be frisked, so she might as well frisk him. Would that establish her authority? She certainly hoped so.
She stood on her tiptoes to reach him, starting at the firmly muscled arms and working her way down. She could smell his aftershave again, along with a natural musk that must be just him. Was he nervous enough to sweat? If so, she might be doing better than she'd thought.
"So," she said, hoping she was doing a thorough job of searching him. "Did, uh, did you bring any toys with you tonight, Mark?"
"If I did, I'm sure you'll find them." His low voice still sounded a little too amused for Chloe's taste. If he was still making wisecracks, she wasn't in control of the situation.
She tried to think what Zoe would have done. Maybe if she couldn't scare him into submission, she could get his attention some other way.
Chloe stopped the brisk patting search she has been doing and let her hands linger on the broad chest in front of her instead. She wondered briefly if Mark had a smooth or hairy chest. Why not find out? A good question--wasn't she the one in charge here?
Since his back was to her front Chloe had to practically plaster herself against his wide back in order to unbutton his crisp dress shirt, but somehow she didn't mind. From his low, masculine groan that her action had elicited, she assumed Mark didn't mind either. His spicy, dangerous scent filled her head as she spread the shirt to find a smooth, muscular chest leading down to powerfully sculpted abs. She wondered what line of work Mark was in. Whatever it was, he certainly kept himself in shape.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Mistress?" His smartass tone threw her, breaking her concentration on his muscled chest.
"I'll ask the questions," Chloe snapped, deciding abruptly that it was time to move on. She still felt a definite lack of control in this situation and it made her nervous, shattering the fragile self-confidence she'd managed to build. But she couldn't stop searching him now or he'd be the winner of this little confrontation.
She let her hands slide lower, past the waistband of his pants to the bulging crotch. Oh my God, is he for real? She hadn't been with very many men--okay two. She'd only been with two other men. But Mark more than measured up to any other guy in her experience. In fact, she could barely believe what she was feeling was real. It was a damn good thing rule number two was 'never have sex with the client'. She was pretty sure she wouldn't have been able to handle what Mark was packing.
"Uh, Mistress, that's all me, not a toy." Mark's deep voice still held a hint of amusement though it was sounding rather strained now. "And you might want to think of it less as a 'toy' than a loaded gun. One that's going to go off if you're not careful."
Chloe felt a deep blush heat her cheeks. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said before she could stop herself. Then she mentally kicked herself again. A real dominatrix would never apologize, would she? A real dominatrix would know what she was doing. A real dominatrix wouldn't let her client fluster her so much that she lost the upper hand...
Apparently Mark had the same idea. Abruptly, he turned to face her and Chloe found her wrists caught firmly but gently in his large, warm hands.
"What--?" she began, but he cut her off.
"This is all very amusing, Mistress," he rumbled. "But it isn't exactly what I had in mind when I made this appointment."