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As if Derrick’s ears were burning, her cell rang. “Hello, Sir,” she answered. “Could you hear me thinking about you?”
“No, but I was thinking about you, so I guess we are in sync today. How is your day going?” He had taken to checking in with her around this time each day.
“Honestly, not so great. I wish you and I had just stayed in bed this morning.” She hated how needy she sounded.
“I am always about staying in bed with you in the morning. But the good news is it’s Friday, and tonight I’ll be letting everybody in the club know you belong to me. I have some serious plans for you.” A shiver climbed her spine.
“Do you want to let me in on what you are planning?”
His laughter let her know his answer before he even spoke. “Now, Red, we’ve spent the last week together. What, during any of that time, made you think I would try to make things easier on you. Where’s the fun in that?”
“I had to at least try,” she mumbled.
“Okay, my sweet. Let me get back to work. I need to make sure I have everything in place for our time together tonight. When I’m done, there will be no doubt who you belong to.” He hung up. He never actually said the word goodbye, just conveyed what he needed to and hung up. At first, she’d thought it rude, but she soon realized he just didn’t waste even words. It must have something to do with his stint in the military.
He had perfect timing. Just hearing his voice and the naughty promise of what was to come would get her through the rest of her day. Samantha went back to her computer to verify the labs of her patients and continue to work on treatment plans before heading to her private practice offices. On Fridays she didn’t usually have appointments there, but one of her patients was only able to do her follow-up visits on Friday, so she made an exception. These were the kinds of visits Samantha loved because the young lady was now a teenager and had been in remission for eight years.
After that, she would leave for the weekend. She never really turned off her doctor brain, which was why she stayed stressed all of the time. She had to find a way to trust her staff to do what needed to be done.
After finishing for the day, she went to her home, though she knew Derrick expected her to get ready at his place. She needed to clean out her fridge and make sure everything was in place, all of the little things she had neglected in her sex-fueled haze of the last week. She couldn’t bring herself to worry too much about it, though, because it had been the most wonderful week of her life. Yet she continued to wait for the other shoe to drop.
Once she finished her tasks, she decided to shower for the night. Once she was clean, she dressed in street clothes appropriate for the drive to the club. She was always afraid she would get pulled over, so she refused to dress in her club clothes until she arrived. She was going to surprise Derrick with the new outfit she had ordered in his honor. Since he had taken to calling her Red, she’d found a red leather outfit that covered everything. Barely. Before the night was over, she would be out there for all to see, but at least she would start covered.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text to let Derrick know she would meet him at the club rather than his apartment. She was going to get there earlier than planned and meet the girls to hang out for a little bit while he finished work before they got to play together. He replied with a thumbs-up.
Walking through the doors of the club felt different from the first night. There was someone who wanted to meet her needs, even the ones she didn’t know she had.
She went to the locker room with a spring in her step, anticipating some fun tonight. Plus, she wasn’t on call for the weekend, which meant her days were wide open. She opened the bag containing her new outfit and wondered if he would like it. As she changed her clothes, she could feel her submissive side coming out. Dr. Gardner was gone for the night. Derrick’s Little Red was here now. Once she was in her club wear, she made her way to the open room to find the girls. Derrick would meet her soon.
Lainie and Bridget appeared deep in conversation. Not wanting to interrupt, she walked to the bar in the corner to get a Coke. Sure, they would allow for two drinks, but she didn’t want to risk her night by consuming alcohol.
After the bartender passed her the glass, she turned on the barstool to take in the crowd. Derrick stood by the door, scanning the room. She could imagine him in fatigues, the ultimate soldier. He was as hot as they came. After a second, he met her gaze, a smile forming on his lips. Once he’d decided to make her his, she never stood a chance, and that was fine with her.
He’d started to walk toward her when his brow furrowed, and a frown appeared. Holding up one finger in a signal to wait where she was and turned and left. She had a bad feeling as she watched him walk away.
* * *
Derrick had no sooner entered the main room on his way to Samantha when he heard yelling from the front entrance. Though he was not supposed to be working tonight, his gut told him he needed to deal with whatever the problem was. Someone was going to deal with him, and they would regret delaying his night with his beautiful redhead.
“I don’t give a fuck what your computer says. I’m a fucking member here and you will let me in, or you will have to deal with me, you pissant.” A man Derrick recognized from his application photo was screaming at the staff.
“Excuse me. What is the problem here.” Derrick attempted to deal with the situation with decorum when all he really wanted to do was kick the man’s ass.
“Who the fuck are you?” The red-faced man’s eyes looked like they might bulge out of his head like in the cartoons.
“My name is Derrick, and I am in charge of security here, so, again, I ask what the problem is?” He gritted his teeth in the attempt to not escalate the situation and ruin his night outright.
“I am Kyle McAllister, a member of this club, and this idiot is trying to keep me from entering. I want his job, and you can get the hell out of my way so I can start my night.” Kyle’s application was in the rejection pile, and Derrick was done being polite.
“I know who you are Mr. McAllister. I personally did the background checks on each and every member of the old club and anyone who wanted to join since the reopening. I refused your membership based on the results. It is not my intention to embarrass you, as you seem to be doing a damn good job of that yourself. However, I will not allow you entrance tonight or any other night, so I suggest you turn around and head out the door before I have you escorted out.” Derrick crossed his arms, feet spread shoulder-width apart. He had dealt with his kind before and expected an argument, or worse.
“Derrick, what’s going on?” Samantha stood in the doorway. She was not very good at doing as she was instructed, and he would need to deal with her after evicting the asshole.
“Samantha, go back to the bar, and I will talk with you when I am finished here.” He turned back to Kyle, but he didn’t like the man’s leer at her.
“What do we have here? We let the subs run the show now? Is this how things are these days?” He laughed while stepping forward. “You need a real Dom to give you what you need, and I’d be more than happy to take care of you.”
Derrick’s protective instincts flared. “You aren’t a member here, so I suggest you turn now before I pick you up and throw you out myself. You will not talk to our submissives. You have no business here, so get your ass out now.” Derrick wanted to kill him for even thinking he could speak to Samantha.
