~Ryder~She nods, her nerves fluttering.“Deep breath,” I command quietly.She obeys, forcing her muscles to slowly relax.“Better,” I praise softly, before guiding her over to the driver, who is watching us intently with dark eyes.“You’re heading to Velvet Haven?” the driver asks. He has a small nametag pinned to his chest that reads JORDAN.She opens her mouth to answer, but I flash her a sharp, warning glare. Instantly, she shuts her mouth.“Yes. Ryder Flint,” I say, using the alias Ruiz and the FBI established when booking our reservations at the resort.Jordan sets his sign down at his feet and pulls a small notepad from his shirt pocket, glancing at it. “Very good. And your submissive is Lila Mitchell?”“Yes.”“May I address her directly?”I pause for a beat. Even the drivers around here observe strict protocol. This place is serious business. “Sure.”“Excellent.” The thirtysomething man, who is now throwing off a definitive Dom aura, turns his attention to her. “Do
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