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“But he could have killed you,” Deena said. “What if Sebastian hadn’t been there?”
“But he was. I’m okay. Sebastian’s okay. Come on over and we’ll have a glass of wine. I’m sure Sebastian knows what pairs well with a murder attempt.”
Suddenly a big hand pulled the phone from her. She looked up and Ian Taggart was holding the cell. He put it up to his ear.
“No time for guilt, Deena. Your friend has been a bad, bad sub and you know what happens to bad subs. Unless you want to help Sebastian do nasty things to her. Because I might wait around for that. I wonder how fast Charlie could get out here.”
“I think this is going to be a private party, brother.” Chef was standing right next to Big Tag, their massive bodies making a wall she couldn’t get through.
Yeah, if Bobby had been half as smart and ruthless as the Taggart brothers, she likely would have been dead by now. A little thrill of fear ran through her, not because she thought the Taggarts would hurt her, but this definitely had something to do with Sebastian.
Had he decided she was too much trouble? Was she about to be escorted out of his life?
Or was he planning something else?
“You can talk to her tomorrow.” Big Tag hung up the phone and set it aside. “Tiffany, I need to ask you a few questions before we get started.”
Where was Sebastian? She couldn’t see him now. “I’m not leaving him. I know he’s mad, but I won’t let you haul me away. I might look all soft and fluffy but I have moves, too.”
She didn’t. She had no moves, but sometimes men could be intimidated by confident women.
Not the Taggarts, though. She supposed when one of them was married to the most beautiful woman Tiffany had ever seen and the other had married a gorgeous woman who knew how to kill a man a thousand different ways, one got used to confident women.
They simply stood there and gave her stares that would send any sub with a sense of self-preservation running away. Unfortunately, she had to fight for her Dom. “I’m sorry, Sirs. What was your question, Master Ian?”
She gave him his honorary title because it suddenly felt like they were in the club.
“Tiffany, do you accept Sebastian as your Dominant partner? Will you wear his collar and attempt to honor him as he intends to honor you?”
She felt her eyes widen. “This is a collaring ceremony?”
“Sort of,” Chef replied. “But I think you can expect something more romantic after Sebastian’s had some time. He simply doesn’t want to go further this evening until you agree.”
“Because this is a shitty collaring ceremony.” He wasn’t having her dragged away. But a girl still had her standards. She might be willing to run away to Vegas and marry him, but a collaring ceremony was a serious freaking event and one that should be carefully planned and considered. “I’m not even in fet wear.”
“Oh, he’s going to fix that very quickly, brat.” Big Tag shook his head. “If you think the evening went poorly before, you haven’t even thought about what that Dom intends to do to you. I wouldn’t complain about his lack of romanticism.”
“Too late.” Sebastian was sitting in his chair outside their bedroom door. “I already heard her very disappointing rejection.”
She shook her head. “Not a rejection. No. I didn’t reject anything. I was simply stating that a submissive waits all her life for the right Dom to collar her and maybe she expects something a little more romantic.”
“Tonight isn’t going to be romantic,” Sebastian promised, rolling into the living room. “I’ve given myself enough time to calm down and think your punishment through, but I will not allow you to disregard your safety ever again. You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I won’t allow you to harm yourself through blatant disregard and complete idiocy.”
Well, she took exception to the idiocy part, but then again he’d called her precious and he was still here. “Are you really going to offer me a collar?”
“I’m going to offer you everything I have, Tiffany, but you should think about what that means.”
“Yes.” She didn’t need to think at all. She crossed the distance between them and dropped to her knees. “Yes, Master.”
“Such a reckless brat.” But there was a smile on his face. “Are you satisfied, Master Ian?”
Big Tag nodded. “I am.”
“He wanted to make sure this partnership is real before he walks out the door.” Sebastian’s hand moved over hers, drawing her up.
She knew exactly what he wanted. He hated that damn wheelchair, but he seemed to like it when she shared it with him. She moved up and curled into his lap like a happy kitten. This was right where she wanted to be. “It’s very real, Master Ian. I should know. I’ve been plotting and planning it for months.”
Both Taggarts smiled.
