The first sight of the room full of people stopped her in her tracks, and she had to instruct her feet to move—gracefully, dammit—into the room. Beside her, Alex didn't speak, simply walked with her, his arm brushing against hers with every step.

She knew full well that he wanted to walk in front of her and slay the dragons for her. That he'd let her stand on her own as she'd asked was a gift to her. God, she loved him.

They moved into the center of the room. So many people, and she could feel the impact of their eyes. This is just a party. She'd been to parties before and even enjoyed herself. I can do this.

“Take a breath, little cat,” Alex murmured.

When she spotted the man, her stomach dropped to her toes. Why was he here? Surely Peter hadn't invited him. He wouldn't do that to her. She started to shrink like Saran Wrap in a fire.

Alex's fingers lifted her chin so she could meet his uncompromising blue eyes. “When our kitten screws up, does he dwell on it? Even if I scold him, what does he look like?”

This morning, the kitten had knocked over a bowl from the mantel. When Alex scolded him, Chef had given a haughty look and stalked away, tiny tail straight up in the air, indifference in every step.

“I call you 'little cat' for a reason, you know,” he murmured. “Even before I knew how well you land on your feet.”

Well. She felt her spine straighten and her chin come up. He was right. She'd turned her life around. She deserved respect, not scorn.

“That's it.”

And they continued forward.

As Alex greeted friends, Mac kept an eye on Dickerson. Her mouth dropped open when Peter and Hope strolled over to him, all chummy and smiling. After a minute, Peter turned and nodded at Alex, and then the traitorous lawyer actually winked at Mac before continuing his conversation with Dickerson.

Hand on the small of Mac's back, Alex guided her right up to Peter. He didn't even look at Dickerson. “Peter, I wanted to ask you—”

“Alex,” Peter interrupted. “Have you met Carl Dickerson? He recently joined your mother's list of vet volunteers.”

“Indeed.” Alex gave him an indifferent glance, not extending a hand. “Peter, I wanted to ask—”

Dickerson's face purpled at being ignored, and his glare descended on Mac. He obviously thought she'd caused trouble for him. “Nice to see you again, missy. Long way from the alleys, isn't it? How much are you charging these days?”

“Excuse me?” Peter said, lifting his eyebrows.

Dickerson snorted. “Oh, weren't you at the last party? The little lady here used to be a whore back in Des Moines. I think—”

“Really?” Peter interrupted. “How do you know her, then?” His voice had risen to match Dickerson's.

What was he doing? But the murmured “little cat” from Alex kept Mac in place, head high.

“How do you think?” Dickerson gave a filthy laugh. “Hell, she'd do anybody who offered the price. She—”

Victoria appeared on Mac's other side, her voice ice cold and carrying. “Have you ever noticed that men with inadequate equipment are incredibly loud?” She didn't—quite—sniff at Dickerson before looking at Mac. “My dear, how old were you and how long did you do this?”

Starting to get an idea of what was going on, Mac wet her lips. “Fifteen. For a year.” She tried, but her voice didn't come out very loud.

It didn't matter. Hope jumped in. Loudly. “Fifteen? Oh my God, you were just a baby.”

“Indeed.” The look Victoria gave Dickerson could have cut stone. “Please leave. I do not associate with men who prey on youngsters.”

Dickerson's mouth dropped open.

Then Alex attacked. “Might I add,” he said, and his voice didn't rise, but it carried, “if you ever speak disparagingly about my fiancée again, I will take you apart, physically, financially, and socially”—he cast his mother an amused look—“although the socially is probably superfluous at this point.”

Dickerson sputtered. “Did you just threaten me?”

“What? Do you lack ears as well as morals?” Victoria did sniff this time.

“Good job, Alex,” a man boomed from across the room. “Does she want to press charges?”

Startled, Mac glanced over. Wasn't that the police commissioner?

Bug-eyed, Dickerson stood frozen until Peter leaned forward and said quietly, “Leave. Now.” Dom voice.

No one seemed to notice his exit as the room broke out in a fresh buzz of conversation. Expecting to hear her past hashed to pieces, Mac heard people discussing their children and how difficult teenagers were to deal with, the need to clean up the streets and increase the services to the victims. The glances that came her way showed sympathy and even respect.

“That was totally fun,” Hope announced, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Can we cut the legs off someone else?”

“Bloodthirsty midget.” Peter ruffled her hair and then looked at Mac. “You stood up well. Very nice.”

As he and Hope walked into the crowd, Mac pulled in a breath. Dear God, what had she done to deserve such friends?

She turned to Alex and kissed him on the mouth. “You could have warned me, you sadistic bastard.”

His lips quirked. “You wouldn't have come.”

“I… Yes, probably true,” she admitted. “So thank you. But, um…the fiancée thing? Isn't that something people discuss? I've even heard of terms bandied about referring to proposals?”

“No,” he said. His eyes narrowed. “You will marry me. Refusal is no longer an option.” One hand gripping her arm, he kept her pinned in his gaze.

Not that she'd refuse, but he needed to learn that he couldn't walk all over her—except when he was doing his Dom thing. She shivered, thinking of the previous night and…

His lips curved, and his thumb stroked her lips.

“Ahem.”

Alex's mother.Still here. Frak me. Mac reddened and tried to step away from Alex.

His grip only tightened. After a long, long second, he released her, making sure she realized it had been his choice, not hers.

Victoria glared at her son before saying, “I fear I need to leave; I have another engagement across town.”

When Mac realized why Victoria had come, she had to blink back tears. “I can't thank you enough. You cowed him completely.” The memory replaced her tears with an urge to laugh. “It's amazing how you can do that.”

“It will be my pleasure to teach you,” Victoria said. “And as for thanking me? Since you already have a Butler and now a Chef, I believe it's time to start on grandbabies. Brown eyes or blue, dark hair or light—I'm quite flexible.”

The idea of having a baby with Alex sent a surge of joy through Mac that she couldn't conceal, and Victoria's smile warmed for a second before she frowned at her son. “Human grandbabies, Alex. Human.”

Alex chuckled. As his mother walked away, he bent over, his breath warm against Mac's ear. “My mother is not to be denied. So when we return, you will strip and place yourself over the spanking bench to await my pleasure.”

Her mouth opened as a wave of heat washed through her.

His finger traced a path down her cheek. “If I am unsatisfied in any way, you will be in the right position for me to show my dissatisfaction.”

The thought of his hand slapping against her bottom made her want to squirm, and she realized the thought no longer brought images of unease—just of heat.

His thumb rubbed over her lips as he smiled at her. “I love you, little sub.” He waited.

The words came ever so easily this time. “I love you, Alex.”

His brows drew together at the omission of the expected Sir.

With a sense of growing anticipation, she repeated, slowly, defiantly, “I love you…Alex.”

His eyes glinted. “I see. Perhaps it's time to sample some of the equipment off the wall.” His hand closed over her arm, warm against her bare skin.

Equipment? No. No way. The firm grasp mercilessly holding her in place sent a thrill through her even as she whispered frantically, “Sir. I meant Sir.”

He smiled at her—oh frak—and she knew she was doomed.