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With that she went into her room and closed the door, then bit her finger to keep from laughing aloud. Contrary to what she’d told Sam she intended to play her own game tonight, but it would be so much sweeter for Sam to have no idea what was coming. Partially she was driven by a need to prove to herself she remained in control of this situation. Her feelings when Angus abruptly announced his business trip bothered her and she was worried she had given over too much of herself to him. Secondly, she had racked her brains trying to think of a way to dominate Sam because she felt like he wouldn’t be as malleable as Brandon had been, he certainly was a lot harder to shame, something she seemed to be developing in equal measure. But now she felt like she had something, and this was her chance to put indian it into practice. Tegan gave herself an hour, listening intently for the sounds outside her room as she heard Sam receive and greet his guests, then get settled in to their card game. She heard snatches of conversation, chatter, trash-talking. The words weren’t clear through her door but the tones were. Brandon had arrived home at some point and gone to his room. It seemed like the time was going to be now. She opened the door and exited her room, strolling down the hallway. There was a brief glance in her direction followed by a double-take. Her body was mostly covered by a frilly French maid apron but under it she was wearing sheer white thigh high stockings, black stiletto heels, a pair of frilly white panties. On her head was a hat the matched the apron, and she had set her hair in a bun behind it. Other than the apron, she was topless, though she had ensured that the sash around the waist was cinched in tight to at least notionally preserve her modesty, the bodice part was wide enough to securely sex enclose her small chest. She lingered, posing in the hallway as Sam turned to face her, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her as she slowly prowled into the room and stood by the table, her hands demurely folded in front of her. Without waiting for any questions she scanned the group. The four men were seated around a makeshift card table, which was actually just a tabletop that apparently kissing fit over the top of their normal dining table but had space you hold the chips as well as places for drinks so they didn’t sit on the playing surface. Sam, on her far right, she knew. Across from him on her near left was a red-headed man she could only describe as chubby. He seemed young and his skin, similarly pale to hers, didn’t look like it had seen much sun – if he was a colleague of Sam’s, he hadn’t been working in construction long. To his left was an olive-skinned man with short curly hair and a large friendly smile. And across from him on her near right was, her heart somersaulting as she realized it, was Trevor. Trevor couple from the gym down the street. Trevor the fitness and judo instructor. Trevor who she’d fucked on a pile of sweaty old gym mats after he public saved her from some thugs harassing her in an alleyway. Trevor who was now in her home, knew where she lived. Tegan took a long moment to compose herself. “Good evening, gents. I’m Violet.” Tegan offered the fake name she’d already given Trevor. She glanced at Sam and he raised his eyebrows again but said nothing. She wondered if that was a revealing mistake. What if Trevor had told Sam about his encounter with ‘Violet’ and Sam connected the dots? Well, too late to worry about that now. “I will be your server this evening. 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