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“Fine,” I huffed. “I had a wonderful time last night. More earth shattering than I’d expected. It’s rocked me a bit, but I’ll be fine. I just need to get it into perspective.”
“Tell me what happened with Scotty, before the fire, I mean,” she pressed.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And nothing is ever going to happen with him. Okay?”
“That’s quite an about turn from the other night,” Nick interjected.
“I know,” I sighed. “That’s another thing that’s got me stumped. He kissed me—Scotty, I mean—and it was like kissing a brother. It felt awkward and gross.”
“So, the man from last night, why do you think he’s left such an impression?” Dylan asked.
I knew exactly why Joshua had unnerved me so, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to confess it to the world.
“Don’t stall, Mellie,” Dylan coaxed. “Don’t try to analyze it, just spit it out.”
“Because he was a Dom.”
“Who was he?” Nick asked.
“Joshua Lars,” Savannah offered.
“The artist who created your statue?”
“Yes.” I nodded to Nick’s arched brows reflecting in the mirror.
“By the look of his work, I’d say he most definitely is a Dominant,” Dylan chimed in. “And it’s dredging up old feeling in you, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whispered in a dejected tone.
“Don’t make it sound as if it’s a death sentence, girl,” Dylan chuckled. “I told you the other day, it’s not a light switch you can turn off and on. Your true desires will come out no matter how hard you try to wish them away. I think you’re finding that out, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact I can’t allow myself to go back to the woman I was…the submissive, I mean. I just can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Nick challenged.
“Both. It’s too much of a risk. I can’t put myself through that again, and I won’t.”
“So, what do you propose to do about it? Obviously running from your desires isn’t working. You’ve not tried to stand and face your fears yet. Where does that leave you?”
Nick’s eyes twinkled. The man was actually smiling as he figuratively backed my ass into the corner.
“It leaves me exactly here, coping with it until I get back home. I can shove it under the carpet, like I always do, and go on about my life.”
“Okay, but if Scotty didn’t flip your switch after Joshua, what makes you think some other—”
“Don’t go there,” I cut Sanna off. “I’ve already thought it.”
“And?”
“And, I don’t know. It’s only been a day. Give me some time to put it behind me, okay? I’ll work him out of my system…eventually.”
“You hope,” Dylan smirked.
“I will,” I argued defiantly.
“Look, I’m not finding fault with anything about your life, Mel, but you have a history of running away when things get too intense,” Sanna interjected.
“Like you don’t?” I challenged.
