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When he came out of the bathroom, skin flushed red from the heat of the water and a black towel wrapped around his slim waist, I stopped to appreciate the wetness of his chest and abs. It didn’t look like he’d dried himself at all.
I snorted and stalked past him, aware that I startled him when he jumped slightly, and grabbed another towel from the bathroom closet. He watched me carefully as I came back and began to dry his shoulders rather roughly.
“Can you not even use a towel the right way?” My tone was snippy, but my words came out softer than usual. “This is why you need a Dom. To take care of you.”
“Yes, Sir.” He lowered his head, exposing the nape of his neck to me below the line of his hair.
I paused, staring at the flushed skin of his back as I slid the towel over it, catching the rivulets of water that dripped down the planes. “Yes what?”
“I.... I like being cared for.”
That type of confession would’ve made me laugh in any other circumstance. I’d heard subs say the sweetest things hoping to please their Dom, and they were great actors, too. But the way Wade spoke, his voice small and hopeful, the truthfulness of the statement lingered in his tone. His admission was more than words said to play a game or get a reward, and that scared the living fuck out of me.
This was Wade Lee Sawyer, the fucker who tried to bring down Émeraude Technologies with Xadrian. I didn’t care what he wanted or needed—except when it came to sex.
Everything inside shouted at me to throw the towel at him and tell him to do it himself, but I didn’t. Instead, I ignored his confession and took the time to dry him thoroughly. I reached around to undo the knot of his other towel and crouched so I could take care of his legs and his juicy bruised ass, disregarding the way he shivered and let out a small moan when I wiped between his cheeks.
When I was done, I pointed at the clothes on the bed. “Get dressed. We need to be there in half an hour.”
I left him to it as I strode back toward the bathroom and went to shower. I made sure I got in and out quickly, giving myself a decent wash before I exited the glass cubicle and dried off. By the time I went back into my room, he was sitting on the bed, hands held in his lap and head down like a good boy. He didn’t say anything as I went to my closet and started to get dressed. I chose a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.
Once I checked myself over in the mirror, I gestured for him to follow me.
“Let’s go. Indy will be waiting.”
He pressed his mouth together. “Yes, Sir.” He rose, then froze. “Uh, Sir?”
“Yes?” I stopped near the door to my bedroom and turned to look at him and the way he shot a downcast glance toward the floor.
“After work today, is it possible for you to drop me off at home? I know it’s out of the city, but I.... Ah.... My brother usually needs me to deliver food, and if I’m spending the night with you again, it would take me a while to take the bus to his house.” A blush spread across his cheeks.
“Your brother?” I asked, confused. “Is he a kid or something?”
He shook his head fast. “No, Sir.”
I frowned but shrugged in answer. “That’s fine. Let’s go.”
He walked hurriedly past me, and I watched him, curiosity growing stronger. Maybe after I dropped him off, I would have to give Adrian Valentini, Massimo’s cousin, a call to satisfy my nosiness. I needed to know what my pretty little sub had going on in his life to steal his attention so I could make it all go away.
11
WADE LEE
Mist cooledmy face and the gray clouds of a dreary St. Loren morning hung low over us. My hands shook and I clasped them together as Albion strolled casually beside me to the front of Sew Much Better Than the Rest. I rubbed the thumbnail of my left hand very quickly for a few seconds but stopped because Albion squeezed my elbow. It was clear he wondered what the hell was wrong with me as he raised an eyebrow in my direction.
I shrugged.
He had a solid grip on my arm, which wasn’t the same as holding my hand, but was definitelysomething. God, I was going to jump out of my skin, but I leaned into Albion’s touch as he marched forward. With a confidence that was terrifying, he grabbed the door to the shop and opened it for me.
My heart attempted to hop into my throat and strangle me as I gave Albion a nervous smile, and I nearly fell over when a tiny grin lit up his face. His eyebrows dove and the smile vanished faster than it had arrived. Well, so much for that. I shivered and peeked inside the shop, and he put his hand on the small of my back and nudged me.
“See, this isn’t scary,” he said in a low, scathing tone. I glanced over my shoulder at him, and his lips quirked. My heart chugged along faster. Was he going to smile again? I hoped so. A thrill zipped through my stomach, and I let out a ragged breath.
“Oh, here he is!” A stunning man came out from the back room. His neon purple hair made me stare. Sparkly lavender fake freckles were scattered across his nose and cheeks, making him resemble an adorable mythical being. His bright blue eyes seemed to look through me to my soul, and when he walked toward me, I couldn’t help but envy the pastel pink suit that clung perfectly to his shoulders and hips. I’d never seen a suit hang so well. “This is the one who stood me up.” He rested his palm on his chest, then plucked at the silver necklace there as he shot an assessing glance up and down my body. “Well, I guess you’re cute enough to warrant some special treatment.” He sighed theatrically and grinned at Albion. “I’m twice as heartbroken that I didn’t get to dress you sooner, however, so keep that in mind the next time you make a man wait.” He winked at me. “I’m Indy Yves. You must be Wade Sawyer.”
My head felt like it might break off my neck as I nodded. Was it hot in here? My body boiled, starting at my toes. The odd sensation drifted up my torso until even the tips of my ears burned.
Indy walked over and gestured for me to follow him to a spot on a small podium near some mirrors in the back. I could barely keep track of anything, except the way he darted around collecting things—a notepad, a pencil, a thick binder. He lugged the binder over and thrust it into Albion’s hands.
