Saying Yes

By T.O. Smith

Losing her job and having to move back to her hometown was not in Mallory's plans. Now, she's got to start all over, which includes finding a club to play at.

She's not expecting someone like the bartender at Club Hide & Seek when she settles on a bar stool. He's confident without being cocky, flirty without being too much, and the looks he gives her burns through her.

Zac is determined to be her first playdate in the club once she's accepted, but neither of them are expecting the fireworks that explode between them.

Will one night be enough, or will they fight to have more?

**This is a short BDSM erotica with a happily-ever-after ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiff Thomas
• Release date: Aug 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215159200

T.O. Smith

T.O. Smith believes in one thing - a happily ever after.Her books are fast-paced and dive straight into the romance and the action. She doesn't do extensively drawn out plots. Normally, within the first chapter, she's got you - hook, line, and sinker.As a writer of various different genres of romance, a reader is almost guaranteed to find some kind of romance novel they'll enjoy on her page.T.O. Smith can be found on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and now even TikTok! She loves interacting with all of her readers, so follow her!

Book preview

One

Mallory

Being part of the kink community was not always easy, especially when I had to move. I’d been an established member of a BDSM club back in Atlanta. It gave me an outlet to have the kind of unattached fun I wanted. There were no requirements of dates, which worked great for someone like me, who worked way too much to ever be in a committed relationship.

Until I got laid off because my job was being replaced with a fucking computer—a goddamn robot. I’d picked that profession because it was supposed to be secure. But these days, I didn’t feel like a single job was secure anymore.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I’d moved back closer to where I grew up, and my dad had given me a job in his car dealership, managing his accounts and finances. It didn’t pay as much as my job in New York had, but it was enough to pay all my bills, keep food in my pantry and fridge, and still leave me with enough left over to save and play with.

Only I had to find somewhere to play first.

Grunting, I pushed my laptop away, deciding I needed coffee. Everyone raved about a coffee shop right down the street from me, and I really could use a good hit of caffeine. Maybe it was time I stopped being a hermit and ventured anyway.

I slid off my bed and padded across the hardwood floor of my studio apartment to shove my feet into my flip-flops. It was hot outside—already in the eighties—and it was only ten in the morning. The high was supposed to get up into the nineties, but no doubt with all the humidity in the air, it would feel even hotter.

After locking my apartment up behind me, I used the stairs to go down the three floors to the lobby. The doorman nodded once at me, and I waved before pushing out onto the street, biting back a groan.

The humidity was already trying to choke us. It was like trying to breathe underwater.

The battle to decide between coffee or the air conditioning in my apartment warred inside of me, but coffee inevitably won out. Sighing, I