Page 34 of The Dom with a Safeword

“He wants to talk to you.” Q shook it at her.

Sabrina sighed dramatically then took the phone. “Hello?”

“Who’s this?” Jude’s sexy voice chimed on the other end. “Brat one or brat two?”

“Uhh…no hablo ingles.” A strangled laugh escaped her as a snort.

“Ah,” Jude said. “Brat two then. Tell Q I said hi.”

“He says hi,” she said to Q.

She gave Sabrina a mysterious smile then gestured with her hands to keep talking.

“Uh…” She stammered, grasping for topics. “We filled out that questionnaire.” She cringed as soon as the words left her mouth. Why on earth did she bring that up?

“Good,” he said. “You can email them to me tonight.”

Panic started in her chest and she blurted, “No.”

A pause then, “Excuse me?”

The Dom voice. This was dangerous territory. “Ghost to you seeing my answers,” she said, forcing her voice to sound firm.

Another pause then he burst out laughing. “You’re safewording a questionnaire?”

Q sighed. “I got a good idea of what she likes, Jude,” she yelled at the phone. “I’ll sum it up for you when I send mine.”

Sabrina waited for Jude to protest. Would he push her despite her safewording?

“That works,” he said and she exhaled a breath. “For now.”

Q nudged her and whispered, “I’m getting a drink. You want anything?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Uh, no. But what about him?” She pointed emphatically at the phone.

“Talk,” Q answered with a grin. She got up and headed for the kitchen. “Get to know each other.”

Talk? On the phone to a guy? It had been ages since she’d done something so simple. Why was she so nervous? Shit, even her palms were sweaty. This wasn’t junior high school for christsake! “Um,” she said into the phone. “So how are you?”

“Better now that I’ve heard your voice.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh my god. Do you ever turn it off?”

“Turn what off?” He sounded honestly confused.

“The smooth-talking arrogant male complex,” she answered boldly. Thank goodness for his chuckle or she’d have worried she put her foot in her mouth again. “You don’t have to compliment me to win me over. I prefer honesty.”

“You want honesty? Alright.” He exhaled into the receiver.

Was it so difficult for him to just be himself?

“I wish you would chat with me on online,” he said, a hopeful lilt in his voice.

“I hate online chat.”

“Text then. I feel like I know Q. I’d like to know you too. Obviously you’re someone worth knowing if Q likes you so much.”

She should set him straight – tell him Q was one of her only real friends for a reason. And they fit together only because of their shared oddness. If she were a good person, she’d warn him like she’d warned Q when they’d first become friends – though she’d ignored her and stuck around anyway. Sabrina wasn’t worth getting to know. Not with her big mouth, confused sexuality, and quirky habits.