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I tell him my background, it’s not that exciting, but it’s mine. I am one of the rare people who discovered their passion early in life, and I worked hard toward becoming a successful and highly sought after designer. I have never doubted my path or wanted to do anything other than what I do. So far, I have done everything I set out to do.
“I think we have everything we need from here. Is there anything we’re missing?” he asks me.
“Just your other bedroom,” I say, unbidden. His chuckle rakes across my nerves, I know it’s none of my business, but I am curious about it.
“As I told you before, that room is already being handled. Now we have spent most of the day here. Are you hungry?”
“No, I have plans,” I lie, waiting to see if there is any reaction, and there is none, and I don’t know why I care.
“Enjoy,” he says, pulling out his phone and texting someone. “When will you be back to the penthouse?”
“The floors should be done in three days, and then I will be there getting things set up.”
“Wonderful,” he says, taking my elbow to lead me out of the warehouse to my car. “I’ll need an additional week in the penthouse before you come back, so I’ll see you in about ten days.”
An additional week? For what?I think but wisely keep those questions to myself.
“Ten days it is,” I respond instead and watch him walk away after a slight nod.Ten days, will I make it that long without my new drug?I guess I have no choice.
I am sitting crisscross applesauce in the middle of Shannon’s bed, drinking a glass ofBrown Estate Zinfandel. “What could he need another ten days for?” I vent to Shannon as she is drawing a new creation on her tablet.
“I know you’re not over here drinking my good ass wine and asking me something you should have asked him.”
“How am I supposed to justify asking him about something that is none of my business?”
“Trin, step to the man if you are interested, and it’s obvious that you are more than interested.”
“I work for him!”
“Quit.”
“I need this job in my portfolio. I can’t quit. Besides, what if he can’t give me what I need? I want a Dom, Shan. I need a Dom. Not just because I make all the decisions in my life all day, every day, but because I honestly love it. It fulfills me in a way nothing else has. I know you aren’t into it, so I get you don’t understand that.”
“Sis, I don’t have to be in the lifestyle to see that it is important to you. I don’t have to understand it, all I have to do is understand and support my friend. I want you to be happy. I want to meet this guy, but I also just want to say, how do you know if he can give you what you need or not if you don’t give him a chance? Also, it doesn’t have to be a long-term thing. You are obviously attracted to him, so why not let him scratch your itch? Girl, go ride his face, get your back bent, and then go find your Dom.”
“And that is why I love you! You love me without judgement and give me bomb-ass advice. Okay, let me get through this job, and then I’ll consider throwing it back on him,” I tell her and clink my glass against hers when she picks it up.
Six
Kruze
This was the longest ten days of my life, but it was worth it and necessary. Melanie was able to come in and finish the other bedroom during this time, and now after Trinitee gets done with completing the house, I will be ready to entertain. Club Desire has everything you could want or need, but there is nothing like being in your own space. I hear the alert letting me know someone is coming up the elevator, and I know without a doubt that it is Trinitee. I have stopped stalking her at the club and have gone just to enjoy it. I am not sure if she has stopped coming or we have just never crossed paths again, but I have not seen her there. Every time she is in my presence, I look for a collar, and I have not seen one. Most people look for obvious collars, but she could wear plenty of them that would look like a regular necklace. But a Dom would recognize it immediately.
“Morning Trinitee.”
“Good morning, Kruze. Are you ready for mayhem for a little while?”
“Yes I am. Your packages have already begun showing up. I have had them placed in the rooms marked on the packages,” I tell her. She had to have been at the warehouse as they were packing the items up because each box was marked for the room it was for.
“Oh, goody! This is the part I love the most, watching what I created in my mind and with my client come to fruition! I can’t wait to get started,” she says and practically skips off to see all the goodies when she feels my hand on her arm.
“Like that?” I ask, looking at her outfit but mostly her shoes.
“I do this every day, Kruze. My feet are used to it.”
“Okay, I hear you, but what about this?” I ask, walking out of the room and returning with a box.
“What is this, Kruze?”
