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While her hackles weren’t raised, she found it difficult to believe that Christopher wanted to share her. “I don’t appreciate games, ever. Do you understand?”
He cocked his head. “I can. I hate them as well. When men or women play games, they show they aren’t comfortable or confident. I am both. I hope you’ll consider forgiving me.” He gave her a respectful nod.
She opened her eyes wide, debating. “Then who are you?”
“Well, sweet Skyler. I’m a very special friend of Christopher’s. Don’t worry. He’ll be joining us a little bit later. All work and no play make a very dull boy. He sent his apologies. Please come into my home. I’ll pour us some wine. Merlot I understand?”
Destiny hesitated, looking over her shoulder as the car pulled away. She took a tentative step inside, clutching her purse closely to her chest. Did Jade know the details? Possibly not. The Mistress didn’t ask and didn’t care, as long as the client paid. “Who are you again?”
“Chris didn’t mention me?” He held out his hand. “For tonight’s purposes you can call me Master Joseph. I work very closely with Chris.” He smiled and held out his hand. “We have a rather clandestine relationship I suppose. There are few who work with us who would appreciate the fact we’re not enemies but in fact, working together.”
She looked him up and down. “In what business?”
“Real estate. We’re both developers. Surely he told you that much about our work.”
His eyes were kind, his demeanor inviting. She gripped his hand. While there was no electric connection, his firm grip was soothing. “He’s told me enough,” she stated the lie with conviction. There was something impressive about the man, yet she remained on edge. “All right. Merlot is fine.” She heard what sounded like classical music coming from somewhere in the house.
“Excellent.” He closed the door behind her. “I do apologize for the appearance of the house. I recently purchased this from a foreclosure situation and have had little time to take care of what ends up being a hell of a lot of repairs. I thought I did due diligence, but I fell in love with the place.”
“It’s lovely.”
“Well, the old girl will be when I get finished, but for now, she serves a purpose.”
“A purpose?”
He laughed and walked into an expansive but outdated kitchen. “I don’t mean to sound guarded. Nature of the business I suppose. Let me pour us some wine.”
Destiny watched his every move as he hummed and opened a fresh bottle of merlot. She read the label, realizing the wine was quite expensive.
“You can relax, leave your purse on the counter. We’ll just talk and I’ll show you around before Chris gets here. Fair enough?”
“Sure.”
Stephen continued humming as he pulled two goblets from the cabinet, pouring both almost full of wine. He smiled as he slid one in her direction. “I hope you’ll approve. I enjoy sharing all the spoils of good wine, food and all things kink with very special ladies.”
She swallowed and smiled, but she was on guard, remembering his words in her office. The man had a hidden agenda.
He took a drink of his wine and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. His expression was one of pure ecstasy.
“Perhaps I should call Chris and see where he is.”
Snapping his head in her direction, his eyes were pointed, dark and full of venom. “You are the submissive and one for hire. You don’t make suggestions or have requests. You do as you’re told. Do you understand me?”
Recoiling, Destiny nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now drink your wine or I’ll have to begin your punishment before the guest arrives.”
The guest? Red flares went off. She debated trying to make a call, but he watched her every move as she took a sip of her wine. She did everything she could to act as if she was in her element, playing the part of an obedient submissive, but her gut was churning.
After a few minutes his smile returned. “Now, allow me to show you what will be the perfect home.” He chuckled. “Leave your things here. You won’t need them.”
He wasn’t going to allow her the opportunity to make a call. How the hell was she going to get out of here? Panting, she held back an exclamation and slid her purse on the counter then removed her coat, immediately folding her arms over her chest.
“Mmm… Bashful or a prude?” Another laugh pushed past his lips. “You’ll be neither after tonight. Now come, sweet slut.”
Hesitating briefly, she nodded then followed behind him, registering everything in his house. The furniture was sparse, with only a few pieces of art on the walls. When they reached what appeared to be a great room, she resisted gasping. The roaring fire and stone fireplace was so damn similar to the one in Chris’ home she was shocked. She didn’t move her head but took another hard look. The resemblance to the furnishings in Chris’ home was astonishing. Planned. She was in serious trouble. “When is Chris expected again?”
“In due time. I took the liberty of preparing a warming fire. We will start our evening here.” He laughed as he shot her a heated look. “Only when Christopher arrives.” He walked toward the fire and leaned against the hearth. “I can’t wait to show you my very special room.”
