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I signal to Lindy. “Another for the lady, please.” Then I turn back to Aurora. “What are you drinking?”
“Old-fashioned. My drink of choice.”
I nod. “I like an old-fashioned. It reminds me of a sweet Sazerac.”
“What’s a Sazerac?”
“It’s a Creole cocktail made with rye whiskey. It’s delicious, but it can be harsh.”
Aurora motions to Lindy. “Instead of an old-fashioned, could I try a Sazerac?”
Lindy looks through her bottles and shakes her head. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. We’re out of rye.”
“Bummer,” Aurora says.
“Just imagine your old-fashioned a little bit harsher, with floral undertones,” I say.
“Absolutely.” She gives me a dazzling smile.
“You live here in Las Vegas?” I ask.
“I do.”
“What are you doing here in the club? Are you looking for play?”
She smiles slyly. “Always.”
“It would be my pleasure if you would join me. Assuming you’re a submissive.”
She pouts her lips. “Can’t you tell?”
“I had a feeling, but it’s always best to ask.”
“You have Dominant written on your forehead in indelible ink, Jamie Fraser.”
Does she really think that will turn me on? For me to be compared to some fictional character because I happen to resemble him slightly?
I finish my drink, set the glass on the counter. I pull another bill out of my wallet and slide it over for Lindy.
Any other time, a comparison to a fictional character probably wouldn’t bother me. Why tonight?
Aurora is beautiful, elegant. And available.
And I’m suddenly no longer interested.
I’m not sure I ever was.
Fuck. I’m lying to myself.
I never was.
I’m interested in playing with only one woman, and she’s back in New York. That fact in itself isn’t unusual. Keira and I were exclusive in our play.
No. What’s unusual is that I find myself thinking of Mary during the day, during work, when we’re not together at the club. I want to protect her—and not just as a Dominant protects his submissive. Something about her has affected me on a visceral level. It’s why I invited her to New Orleans…and it’s why I can’t stop thinking about her now.
Mémé always wanted me to settle down, to have a family, but I resisted because I was determined never to put a child through what I went through. A child is a gift. He or she shouldn’t be something that a parent tosses aside for the sake of a career. I’m married to my career. I micromanage. How does a wife and child fit into that scenario?
Answer—they don’t.
