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“It makes a lot of difference. You assume I wouldn’t have known what that meant—you all did. I do. Quite well, actually. And I know a dom isn’t going to stop being a dom just because he doesn’t think his date doesn’t know what a Dom is.”
“And how do you feel about doms?”
She lifted her bare shoulders in a graceful shrug. She was wearing some kind of top with spaghetti straps, though with the angle of the desk, he couldn’t tell if it was just a shirt or part of a dress. Either way, there was no bra beneath it. He could clearly see her nipples protruding, begging for pinches.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to think chase thoughts.
“Depends on the dom,” she said. “I don’t indulge in the lifestyle anymore.”
Ah.
So, his radarhadn’tbeen busted. He’d been right that there’d been something unusual about her trusting enthusiasm.
“I see,” he murmured. “So, you think it’s impossible for me to not be a dom, but you don’t think it’s impossible for you to not be a brat?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ve never been a brat.”
“So what are you?”
“Free of entanglements, and I’d like to stay that way. I don’t know why I called you. It was a rare moment of weakness brought on by a caffeine deficit or low blood sugar levels or something. I’m sure you can understand why I wouldn’t want my sister to know what I’ve been up to.”
“Yeah. Do as you say, not as you do, huh? Come here, pretty girl.” He pointed to the spot right in front of him and waited.
She didn’t budge. Actually, she did everythingbutgo to him. She studied her cuticles, sorted through some mail atop her desk, fished around in her drawer for—apparently—nothing in particular.
He kept pointing to that spot in front of his toes. He could make her pay for the recalcitrance later, but for the moment, he couldn’t give up an inch. If he did, she’d think he didn’t mean what he said.
Clay was right, and so was Valerie. Tim couldn’t just turn off what he was, and especially not when he had a live wire submissive on the hook who needed shepherding. She’d said she’d let someone else do the steering if she trusted him, and he craved that trust.
“Each minute you keep me waiting will be one I’ll return to you tenfold,” he said quietly.
She furrowed her brow and drummed her fingers against the chair arms. She rolled her eyes as she sighed, but slowly pushed back from the desk.
She walked over—wearing dusty steel-toed boots that actually didn’t look so bad with the delicate pattern of her cotton dress—and turned her gaze up to him. “What do you need?”
“Lift your dress for me. I want to see what you’re wearing beneath.”
She let out another long, ragged exhale and gripped the fabric of her skirt. Slowly, she inched it up, just far enough to expose the lace tops of her sheer stockings, complete with garters.
Of course that pleased him. The decadent sight of her taut thighs and that beautiful lace sent a tug oflook at thatdown to his sleeping cock, and naturally, it answered. The surge of blood was immediate.
He helped her smooth down the dress and whispered, “And who are you wearing those for if you didn’t really want to see me?”
“I never said I didn’t want to see you.”
Brat.
“Where’s your bag?” He wasn’t going to ask if she’d packed. He knew she had, just in case.
“In the kitchen.”
“I’ll get it. How about you change your shoes and wait for me in the truck? Give me your keys. I’ll lock up.” He didn’t want to leave room for her to make any more excuses. If she was having a hard time making decisions, he’d make some for her. Obviously, she was asking for the help.
She handed the keys to him and climbed the stairs.
He headed into the kitchen, locked the deadbolt of the back door, checked the windows, and grabbed the handle of her small, rolling suitcase. She probably had enough clothing in there for four or five days, which might or might not be enough. He didn’t really have a plan except to put her on his boat and push away from the shore. He didn’t care about business at the moment. Heidi could put out any fires at the factory, and if there were any other issues, he’d be finding out soon enough if his foremen were really the best candidates for their jobs. Maybe it was about time he gave them some room to do them without his intervention.
And he was going to do everything he could not to micromanage Kevin’s house arrest from afar. Tim was still fresh out of ideas on how to connect with the kid. He wasn’t going to wipe his hands clean on getting Kevin straightened out, but he definitely needed a break from the anxiety.
