The Palladium, no less. Jeez, as though she needed more proof of how clueless she was. It had been somewhat of an eye opener once she’d got home and Googled Zeb and Arran, as had the phone call from Luke Masterton. The owner of the spa-with-a-difference had taken it upon himself to check it was all right to pass on Kate’s details. Kate had been rather taken aback to learn Luke took such a personal interest, but all had become clear when he admitted that Zeb and Arran were personal friends of his. He had sung their praises, in fact, much to Kate’s silent amusement, once she had recovered from her initial astonishment. “I understand that Zeb, in particular, came on a bit strong in the swimming pool. I have, of course, reminded him of the spa rules, though I gather you rather successfully put him in his place.” She’d heard the laughter in the man’s deep voice down the phone. “I do wish I’d been there to see it. Anyway, I just wanted to reassure you that both he and Arran are experienced Doms, and you will be in safe hands, should you wish to pursue this further.”
