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Chapter 3
Callie was sure she was going to faint, she was starting to see tiny black spots in her vision, and she knew her breathing was too fast, but she couldn’t seem to slow it down. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears, and it felt like her fingers were going numb. When he’d said he was going to check her for hidden weapons, her mind had flashed to all the old movies she’d watched as a teenager about women in jails and cavity searches, and she’d gotten so lost in those thoughts she had skated right over the edge of fear and into full-blown panic mode. In the back of her mind she heard him directing her to breathe with him and felt his hand splayed over her chest as his other arm held up. When she finally regained her focus, she realized he’d already removed her underwear and was moving her under the warm spray of the shower. Even though he was in the shower with her, he had left on his formfitting jeans and she watched in awe as they molded to him until there was little left to the imagination.Holy crap! Did he have to be so damned gorgeous? And aroused? And well endowed? Geez, can’t I at least catch a break once in a while?
When she finally found her voice, she said, “I can do this…um, you are getting your jeans all wet.” She had tried to move her gaze away from his growing erection, she really had—but she wasn’t trying that hard, and she sure wasn’t succeeding.
Callie was convinced she’d die of embarrassment and humiliation when he placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face until her eyes met his. She could tell he was trying to not laugh, but his grin was still shining through and amusement clearly laced his voice when he chuckled. “Like what you see, pet?” She could only manage to nod her head.
A small part of her consciousness knew she was in way over her head, but the other ninety-nine percent was screaming, “Go ahead, jump in! The water’s fine!” but damned if she was going to open her mouth and let that slide out. No, she was going to maintain her dignity, well, as much as a woman can retain after being busted trying to sneak on to a private island to spy on a sex club and then fainting at the thought of a cavity search while being naked in the shower with a super hot man she didn’t know and then being caught hungrily staring at his cock—yeah, those were all dignity-preserving activities for sure! Giving herself a mental head slap, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying, “Yeah, well, you are pretty amazing looking, for sure. But I think I better get myself together so we can get out of here. Um, do you have a robe or something I can wear until I can find my bag that your pal, Mr. Sunshine, confiscated?”
She was sure she heard him chuckle when she was reaching for the soap, but she decided to embrace the “ignorance is bliss” view and ignore it. After she’d scrubbed her face, she opened her eyes just in time to see his very fine and very naked ass leaving the small bathroom. She hadn’t even heard him leave the shower so she was shocked to see that he’d taken all of their clothing with him when he’d left. Just as she finished up and was starting to dry off, he returned fully dressed and held out one of his shirts for her to wear. He handed it to her and when she started to ask about underwear he simply said, “No, this is all you will be given to wear for this discussion. And, Callie, you are to button the center two buttons only, do I make myself clear?”
She was startled, but his tone wasn’t one she wanted to argue with, so she simply replied, “Yes, Sir,” before quickly pulling the large shirt on and attempting to secure the middle buttons. She felt like she was drowning in the shirt and was actually relieved when he stepped forward to help her.
“Let me help you. Only the middle two buttons, and let’s roll up the sleeves so you have use of your hands.” And then as if he were actually talking more to himself than to her, he added, “Another day I’ll use those long sleeves to my advantage, little one.” When he looked into her eyes, she was surprised to see the dark depths of his midnight blue eyes full of heat. And when he stepped back from her, she almost felt as if she’d wilted. It was as if someone had drained the energy from her. She knew he watched as she leaned against the counter in an effort to steady herself, and she’d seen him suppress a smile when she muttered about him being surrounded by a force field all his own, and just being near him was enough to light her up on the inside.Fuck a duck, I can’t believe I said that out loud.She saw him start to ask her what that meant, so she quickly ducked her head and went back to trying to finger comb the tangles from her long hair.
Ian moved to the doorway and just stood watching as the tiny pixie tried to get the tangles out of her silken tresses. He finally had enough, and then, retrieving a wide-tooth comb from the drawer, he encircled her delicate wrist with his hand and pulled her to a leather chair in front of his desk. Knowing the leather would be a shock to her bare ass, he chuckled softly at her surprised gasp. “Something wrong?” When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his fist in her hair and slowly tilted her face until they were nearly nose-to-nose and darkened his tone to say, “When I ask you a question, pet, I expect you to answer me immediately and with complete honesty. Do you understand?”
“Y–yes, Sir, I mean, yes, Mr. McGregor.” She might have stumbled over the words, but her need was clearly written in her expression. His initial impression had been dead on, the small woman was a true submissive, and he wondered if she even knew what a sub was. It was likely she was thoroughly confused about her reaction to him, and that was something he intended to use to his advantage. He planned to make the most of her unsettled state, using it to his benefit while he found out exactly what she was up to.
“Now, answer my question, pet. Is there something wrong with the chair I have chosen for you? Would you like to move to another?” He knew perfectly well she wouldn’t want to expose her delicate ass cheeks to another cold chair, but he merely looked deep into her violet eyes and waited.
“No, this chair is fine. It was just, well, my tush was all warm, and when it hit the cool leather, well…it startled me a bit. But this chair is warm now, so I don’t want to move.” She had started out looking into his eyes, but being a true submissive her gaze had slowly tracked down until it was now locked on her delicate hands which were tightly clasped in her lap. By the time she’d finished speaking, all he could see was the top of her head. He would let her hide this once, but that was going to end—quickly.
He carefully worked the tangles from her hair and was just finishing when he heard his friend’s knock at the door. Jace had entered immediately and walked to Ian’s desk, placed a folder on top, then taken a seat in the chair beside Callie’s. Ian saw his friend give her a sideways glance and then look back at him. If he hadn’t known Jace so well, he might have missed the small upward tilt of his eyebrow and the twitch at the corners of the man’s lips before his expression returned to stone-cold distant.
Making sure Callie felt vulnerable while they questioned her wasn’t an accident, and Jace would have known immediately exactly what he’d intended when he’d dressed the little warrior in next to nothing. They were both Doms, and even though Ian knew that Jace played more on the edgy side, there were some traits that all Doms shared. Keeping a sub a bit unbalanced was always about the power play, and in this situation it was completely warranted.
