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A submissive who works in my play space most nights and is wearing my pin passes by, so I snap my fingers to catch her attention. She approaches and drops to her knees. “Yes, Master Luke?”
“Have you been trained behind the bar,” I ask, careful not to touch her.
She nods without making eye contact. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. I need you to take Zara’s place for a little while. Not all night, I’m sure you have plans.”
She glances up at me and smiles. “Yes, Sir. But not until closer to midnight.”
I jerk my chin toward the bar, and she scrambles to get up and makes her way to the half door that lets her into the staff-only area.
“Zara, I need to have a word with you in my office, please.”
She glances down at her pin and back to me. “Mr. Bennett said I’m not to leave my post unless the order comes from him.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “We both know you were told on your first night here that an order from one of us is an order from all of us. So, consider this directly from Mr. Bennett and come with me.”
She hesitates for just another second, then joins me on this side of the bar and falls into step beside me. I keep a hand at the small of her back, and escort her to my office. Matteo is standing just inside the entry to the hearts play space and he frowns but doesn’t stop us.
The exhaustion is clearer on her face when we get to my brightly lit office and my heart constricts as I replay my conversation with Bellamy over in my head.
But I can’t let her go without another taste.
“Come here, Flower.” I say my voice husky with emotion.
She shakes her head defiantly. “I can’t.”
My chest is tight as I pick up my phone and place a call to my assistant.
“Is everything alright?” she asks when she answers.
“Just fine. How quickly can you get the jet ready to fly to London?”
Zara raises an eyebrow at me.
“How many passengers?”
“Just one. Zara Blaire.”
Her mouth opens, then closes again and she drops her head.
Clara is quiet, but I know it’s because she’s already at a computer to arrange the details.
“A pilot could have her in the air by five in the morning.”
“That will do. Set it up, please.”
I end the call without waiting for a response. Dropping the phone on my desk, I close the distance between us and pull her close. At first, she’s stiff, but when I press my forehead to hers, she relaxes against me.
“Your flight will leave at five in the morning,” I whisper. “After that, it’s up to you where you go. I just have one last request.”
“What do you need?” she asks.
“Come back to your room with me and let me say a proper goodbye.”
“And you won’t chain me to the bed?”
“No, lass. You can record a safeword if you want, so security will come running if I do.”
