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"But no one's Master."
"I don't think that's true anymore." Logan's voice held amusement. Julie changed the subject fast.
"Hey, do you know what Madison will be wearing?"
"Whatever I tell her to wear," Logan said pleasantly.
Logan's simple statement, spoken so matter-of-factly, spiked anxiety and thrills through Julie. The reaction was so strong it was a startling reveal of what her subconscious was feeling about this party.
When Logan chuckled at her speechless pause, she narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, it's just mean to tease the newbie sub," she accused. "You're as bad as Marcus."
"But getting a sub worked up is way too tempting to a Dom. You're an easy and very pleasurable target. Are you blushing?"
"Shut up."
He laughed outright, which stroked the nerves up and down her spine. The man was like crack. No wonder Madison was gone over him. "Seriously, I'm sorry to tease you," he said. "But sometimes a Dom can't help himself. We're sadists, after all."
She thought of the day in the orchid garden, when Des had held her wrist in that peculiar grip. The light in his eyes, the energy gathering around them both as she found the edge of pleasure and pain.
"You are evil and will be destroyed. I'll see you soon."
She heard more chuckling as she cut the line. But it made her think. She guessed she was a newbie sub. She'd been doing a lot of follow-the-leader--or follow-the-Dom--on this. While that was instinctive to both sides of the relationship, she hadn't, until now, had her feet under her enough to start exploring the boundaries of that world as it meshed with her own way of doing things.
Uncoding her phone once more, she decided not to think too much about what she was about to do. She didn't want to worry that he might misinterpret it, or worse, consider it a foolish lead in. Des had said he didn't really care about the more formal Dom/sub rituals, while at the same time proving he could answer those desires for her in a different, entirely satisfying way. Was that because they were so unexpectedly compatible as Dom and sub, or had he recognized that a sub's fantasies could look different in reality?
She typed her text quickly. Thanks for arranging for Logan to escort me. Second best Master I know to take a girl to a party. Hope the first best won't be too late. What would you like me to wear? She almost typed "No wrong answer", but that was a way to protect herself, something he'd warned her about. Pocketing the phone, she went back to what she was doing. If he was on a job, it might be an hour before he saw it.
Sure enough, forty-five minutes later, when her meet with the house manager was over and the woman was on her way back to her secretarial day job, the phone chirped.
Something that makes you as hot and bothered when you're wearing it as when I have my mouth between your legs. Something that tells me you want me to do whatever I want to do to you that night.
And people thought driving while texting was dangerous. Hell, she shouldn't be standing when reading his. She refused to be worried by his meaning. He wouldn't do anything with her in front of a bunch of people that she wouldn't feel comfortable doing. Of course, if he did certain things to her, she'd forget they were even there. She wasn't sure if that was a bad thing.
She punched in the autodial for Naughty Bits. Could she afford to end her work day a couple hours earlier tomorrow? Yes, she could. She worked 24/7. She'd attend one of her internal workaholic support meetings and make it happen without too much guilt.
Madison was ringing up a customer. She bid them good-bye and "have a wonderful day" before she greeted Julie. They'd talked so much these past few weeks, Julie anticipated it, waiting with a lightly tapping foot. As she looked up, she noted one of the lights on stage appeared to be sagging and made a note to bring it to Harris's attention for the techs.
"Hey, girlfriend." Madison came on the line. "Excited about tomorrow?"
"Your husband was picking on me. You need to keep that man's pheromones in check. Or bottle them to make yourself a millionaire."
"Believe me, I know. But he's been invaluable at increasing o
ur ticket sales. I think he's persuaded every female patron in his hardware store to invite their garden clubs to Consent."
"He told them Troy would be out front, handing out programs in a really tiny Speedo, didn't he?"
"No, he didn't. But maybe we should talk to Shale about that." Madison snickered. "Okay, I have a couple more customers coming in. Tell me what you need."
"I need a personal shopper. I'm going to be like Cinderella today and tomorrow, running up to the wire, but here's what I'm looking for. I'm hoping you might have it." She rattled off the specs and grinned at Madison's squeal.
"I have just the thing. You are going to look so fabulous. Oh my God, I'll give you the best customer discount. Or you could wear it for free and return it next day." She paused. "No, nix that. We'll call it a bonus to your already exorbitant salary."
"I can give it back to you. That's not a problem."
"Nope. If he reacts to it the way I bet he will, it will be in tatters. I promise."
