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Braden’s office is on the floor above mine—a lush corner office that’s even bigger than Ben’s. Braden is the CEO of Black Inc.—the brains behind the innovative construction goggles that put the company on the map.
I’m not nervous exactly. More…apprehensive.
“Hey.” I clear my throat. “Mr. Black wants to see me.”
Braden’s assistant nods. “Go ahead in. He’s expecting you.”
I walk toward his door. I haven’t done anything wrong. Ben loves me and my work. So what the heck is this about?
I knock.
“Come in.”
I open the door. Braden sits behind his giant desk, his tie loosened. He pushes a folder out of his way and meets my gaze.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, Jackson. Sit down.” Braden motions to one of the chairs facing his desk.
I take a seat.
“I understand you were at the club last night.”
Okay. This doesn’t have anything to do with work. It’s about the club Braden Black owns.
“I was.”
“And you brought a guest?”
“I did.”
“All the necessary paperwork was signed, so your guest is bound by our nondisclosure agreement.”
“Of course. I’ve invited guests before.”
“You have. We’ve never had a problem. But this time, you didn’t make sure she was collared.”
He’s right. I didn’t. Claude gave me the collar, but I didn’t put it on Mandy until we left the private suite. Perhaps I knew, if I tried to collar Mandy, she would balk at it.
Which she ended up doing when we left the suite.
“The members of the club are decent people,” Braden goes on. “I’m sure you know this. However, when you bring a submissive—or even just a guest—to the club, you are required to collar them for their own safety.”
“I’m aware of that. Claude gave me the collar, and I realized my mistake before the evening was over. I did not let her walk around the club alone.”
“I understand. We all make mistakes now and then, but I have to ask why.”
“Just a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. I don’t normally call employees into my office on personal matters such as these, but I tend to be overly cautious where the club is concerned.”
“I understand.” I rise. “Was there anything else?”
“No. You’ve always been a responsible member of the club. We’re done here.”
I nod. “Thank you. I appreciate your concern. And your discretion.” I turn, until—
“Jackson?”
