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“Normally they don’t, but when their chief of security is being maligned by a member, they quickly become involved and everything escalates. You do not want that to happen.”
Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, and I watched the war between her impulsive temper—which got her in frequent trouble—or her mind, which was screaming at her to shut the hell up.
Common sense won—this time—and she shook off a stern faced Donya before she turned on her heel and marched down the hallway, toward the member areas of the club.
“How did she get back here?” I growled while trying to let go of my anger.
“Lied to one of the guards. Said she needed to speak to you about a personal situation. And you have drilled into every guard’s here head that you are to be available to any member who might be in danger at any time when you’re at the club…well, they had no choice but to let her back.” She gave me a narrow-eyed look from behind her mask. “If you would have listened to me and not had an open-door policy for anyone seeking help, then that skank wouldn’t have been sprawled out in your chair like she was at a gynecologists office. By the way, I’d wash that letter opener on your desk, if I were you. You do not want to know where she had that thing.”
There was a sleepy giggle from my arms, followed by a whispered, “Yuck.”
Donya raised her eyebrows at me, and I gave her my best stern look, which only made her grin. “I’m not to be disturbed, understood? Unless it is Ms. Tawny.”
“You got it, boss,” Donya said with a little flick of her fingers on her forehead in a mock salute.
I looked down at Nora, but either she was asleep again or pretending to sleep. As we passed my desk, my anger at Iliani violating my personal space grew. There was the letter opener, a gift from an old friend, sitting on the desk after being someplace I didn’t even want to imagine. The chair would have to be sterilized as well.
Son of a bitch.
Moving over to the closed and locked door to my personal suite, I shuffled Nora in my arms as I placed my palm on the pad next to the door then stepped through once it slid open.
Using my whispered voice commands, I dimmed the light in the small room, the darkness outside broken up by the soft golden light of lanterns lighting a path in the distance. Because of the specially treated glass, we could see out, but no one could see in. Since my room was on the first floor, elaborate black wrought iron cages hung outside of the windows. They could be opened from within, but not from outside without a good deal of noise and cutting equipment. The shadows created by the curling wrought iron bars stretched out over the queen sized bed I had placed along the wall near the entrance to my small bathroom. It was big enough to hold a shower that could fit two people, though I never brought either a woman I was dating or a submissive I was spending time with back here.
This was my private place, where I went to recharge, and until Nora, I could never imagine wanting to share it with anyone. I mean, physically, the room was nothing special, but it was my calm space in what could be a stress filled work environment. Other than the maids, no one came in here. Yet, as I laid Nora down on the black chenille bedspread and red pillows, I couldn’t help but smile at the little feminine dot she made in my ultra-masculine bedroom. The walls were a creamy plaster white with plenty of recessed lighting. A thick, black down comforter covered the bed, and it took me a moment of maneuvering to pull back the sheets while still holding Nora.
I wondered what Nora would say when she woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom.
Moving carefully, I slipped off her socks, pausing to gently massage her small feet. She made a throaty moaning noise in her sleep, and I let her foot go with a soft laugh. As much as I wanted to touch and explore her, I had to let her get some rest. Her mind had a lot to process, and I wanted to give her the space and time to do so. At least my mind wanted to give her that. My cock could not wait to get inside of her hot, no doubt tight, little body.
I was contemplating going into the bathroom and jerking off to give myself some relief, or torturing myself more by holding her while I could, when someone knocked on my door.
Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of the room after making sure Nora was tucked in. As I passed the bathroom, I flipped on the low lights over the marble vanity and left the door cracked so she wouldn’t be scared. I also took off my jacket and tossed it on the bed next to her so Nora would know where she was. The knock came again, harder this time, and I clenched my jaw as I slid the door shut between my suite and the office behind me.
