Page 8 of Q is for…


Font Size:  

“Okay…” Nomi pulled a purse from within the bigger tote, fished out keys, then clicked the remote.

Tareq walked her to her car, watching as she put the tote and purse into the trunk of a sporty little four door.As they turned back to the building, he put a hand at the small of her back, a light touch that was all instinct.He was already treating her like he had a right to touch her, and he didn’t.

Tareq dropped his hand.

“Everything all right?”Ilias called out.He spoke in Darija, the version of Arabic spoken in Tareq’s parents’ home country of Morocco.Even in a metropolis as big as L.A.finding someone who spoke the language was rare.Finding that person in L.A.’s most exclusive BDSM club had been improbable bordering on miraculous, and it had cemented their friendship.

“We’re good,” he called back in English, before switching to Darija.“I’m taking the pretty lady for a drink.”

Ilias raised his beer bottle in a silent toast.

“Is that Master Morton…” Nomi was peering into the gloom where the silhouettes of Tareq’s fellow Doms were visible.“Are you all drinking in the parking lot?”

“You’re not the only one who had a strong reaction to the game.”

“But still, the high school analogies just keep coming,” Nomi pointed out.

“Lab partners,” he agreed.

“Drinking beer in a parking lot.”

“Discussion of boobs.”

Nomi started laughing before she could add another comeback.As they mounted the steps to the Las Palmas front door, Nomi stuck her car key—which was the only thing still in her hand—down between her boobs.

Tareq watched with appreciation, and she demurely patted her chest.

Tareq opened the door for her, then slipped inside, reaching back to open it.She raised a brow as she followed him in.

“Technically the gentleman is supposed to open the door, then enter first to ensure there isn’t any danger.Only if it’s safe does he allow his companion to enter,” he said.

“I didn’t know that.”

They walked side by side through the foyer.

“Are you a gentleman, Tareq?”

“Sometimes.”

“And the rest of the time?”

He smiled, inwardly thrilled she was curious.Curiosity would keep her here, keep her with him until he found out why she wanted to walk away from Las Palmas rather than play the game.He couldn’t say exactly why he felt so possessive of this woman, but he did, and he had every intention of keeping her until the game was over.

Chapter3

Tareq was leading them straight to the library, and as twitchy as it made her to walk into the play spaces of the club in just a t-shirt, she didn’t mention stopping at the Subs’ Garden to change.

There were clubs with strict dress codes, usually aimed at subs, but Las Palmas actually had fewer rules than most.They operated with more of a “you’re responsible for yourself” approach, and advocated RACK rather than SSC.There was nothing that said she couldn’t wear street clothes, and there was an odd morning she’d stopped in to get breakfast after she was already dressed to leave.Still, she was off balance in her half and half outfit, and as they emerged into the central courtyard, Nomi felt slightly twitchy given the casualness of her upper half’s attire compared to what she normally wore.

Scenes were starting up, and the club was more populous than she’d ever seen it before.Tareq’s hand brushed her back, a slight pressure guiding her closer to him to allow others to pass by.

Nomi inhaled, smelling him for the first time.He smelled like leather, though he didn’t seem to be wearing any.His clothes were far more casual than hers, though from a distance she’d thought the dark jeans were actually slacks.The long-sleeved Henley hugged his shoulder and arm muscles.

He glanced at her, and Nomi stepped back, out of his personal space.He started forward once more and she fell in step with him.

The library, which she personally thought of as more of a sex museum, since the shelves bore dramatically lit vintage sex toys rather than books, also doubled as a bar.Several subs in fet wear were playing bartender, and the tables and couches scattered around the room were mostly full.Tareq surveyed the room, then confidently guided her over to a free barstool.

Nomi took a moment to calculate the most graceful way to take a seat, then grabbed the bar with both hands, braced a heel on the rung of the stool, and slid onto it in one graceful motion, no inelegant wiggling.Tareq leaned on the bar beside her, close enough she could feel his body heat.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like