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“You’re fascinating when you’re deep in thought.”
My eyes cut over. “And you’re interrupting my genius,Genius. You’re a smart one. Tell me what I want. If you were to profile me as Charlotte, the celebrity, who would be my ideal arm candy/bodyguard?”
My slave’s head shook. “Arm candy.” His gaze swept down as he thought. “Ask me about nanorobots or gene therapy, and I may be able to help you out. When it comes to celebs, I’m lost, Mistress. If I were to guess though.” His brow creased through the concentration. “Most celebrities I know like the bad boys. The ones covered in tattoos. They’re either drummers or rappers. Some, I guess, marry the rich bankers, but I don’t see you wanting to get tied down with a suit. You’re bold. No amount of arm candy could outshine your beauty, so therefore you wouldn’t feel threatened by that. It would actually enhance your aura and make you appear even more irresistible. As for a bodyguard, I guess most are covered too, just for different reasons.” He stopped, staring at me so hard I almost felt as if he could see into my very thoughts. “I guess the real question is, who are you? Are you Charlotte the celebrity, or are you Charlotte the Mistress? Is she the same person, or are you here to find out?”
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Iwas always usually pretty good at knowing when to keep my mouth shut, but this voice in my head had me questioning everything. I couldn’t get a read on my Mistress, and it was driving me crazy. One minute I felt I could speak honestly, and the next she grew cold out of nowhere. I was so confused, but desperate not to screw this up. I couldn’t lose her. Not just because that meant my death, but because for some strange reason, I actually wanted to see how this would go. She was distant and angry a lot, but there was a softness to her when she dropped her guard, and it was something this new slave part of me needed.
“What is taking the weakling so long? Did she fall asleep in there?”
A growl left her as she dismissed my question. I stayed on the edge of the bed, waiting for what she wanted from me next. It took all my willpower not to focus on the way her hard nipples pressed into the ivory silk fabric as she paced, but so far I was doing well.
“I’m hungry. I didn’t eat.”
I stood at her nearly inaudible whispers. It was thoughts spoken aloud, nothing more, but I was ready.
“Would you like me to check to see what you have? I’m an okay cook. I can make you something.”
A long moment went by.
“Slave, come here.”
I took two steps to get to her. When she pointed to the ground, I lowered to my knees. There was such recognition on her face as she held to my jaw and turned my face from side to side. More incoherent mumbling left her as she let go and stepped back, scanning over my body.
“I think you’re right on your first assessment. I do see the appeal to the bad boy, but not why I thought. I…”
Fear. Why it flashed in her eyes, I wasn’t sure, but the new slave in me felt anger rise up again, and the need to protect my life,her life, had me almost reaching out.
“Looks don’t define a person. I know that but they do alter perceptions.” Her eyes cut back to me as she continued to pace. “You really had me thinking over my life and over who all I’ve surrounded myself with. They made me feel safe. So much so, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alone. I wasn’t allowed to bring bodyguards here. It’s one reason I wanted and needed you. I read your past. You had a job as a bouncer part-time in college, so you know how to protect. And you grew up fighting. You weren’t just a nerdy schoolboy. You had another side. Right?”
I blinked through her words, barely even recalling what she spoke of. Had I done that? Fuzzy images were barely reachable as I pressed my palm into my temple. I couldn’t remember that part. Not really, which was aggravating. Some things were crystal clear while others were almost gone completely.
“Slave, I think you’re a good fit for me, but if you looked the part it could help. If one looks scary enough, or are at least intimidating, they repel. I could use that for situations like today.”
“Today?”
Fuck. Had I growled out that word? I was failing miserably in my duties, and it was only the first day. The fact that my Mistress went into explaining left me more than surprised.
“Some old guy. He recognized me and thought he’d try to strike up a conversation even though it’s against the rules. I don’t want to have to worry about that. It was one of the main reasons I embraced the idea of this place. Anonymity. I came here to escape that part of myself. At least to an extent. I wanted this to be secret.My secret. I’m aware people will recognize me, but I want them to leave me alone and let me do my thing down here without hounding me like everyone does on the outside world.”
“And if I look intimidating, no one will bother you.”
“Exactly,” she breathed out.
My own mind raced at her implications. Not the fact that I assumed she meant to make me look like the tattooed bad boy bodyguard, but because she planned to let me leave this apartment with her. Had I picked up on that, correctly? We’d been so prepared for death, I never imagined actually facing a life here. Even when she mentioned bodyguard, it still hadn’t processed I’d be leaving this apartment. Why was I not able to think clearly? Everything in my mind revolved around the moment and her. Not the future or the past unless there was reason for me to think about it. Only the present.
Flashes of the place we were in came flooding into me from my tour. We were in some strange sort of city. A real place with shopping and restaurants. Being her bodyguard meant I was to stay with her wherever she went, so it had to be that. I’d be living here, actually having a real life. Right? Think!
Thump-thump. My pulse was racing as I tried to control my excitement. More hope. More bliss. More…infatuation and gratitude for my Mistress.
“If it makes you happy, it makes me happy.”
“Of course it does, slave. Go get me a yogurt.” The attitude was back, but I didn’t miss her voice softening at the end. “Did you eat dinner, or did they not feed you before the auction? I can’t have you losing any size. I need you to scare people, or at least keep them away.”
Warmth flooded through at her hidden concern. Had this been the old me, perhaps I would have walked over and thrown her on the bed; climbed on top of her and snuffed out that brat she loved to embrace. But I wasn’t the old me. I wasn’t even sure I was correct on the assessment of thinking that’s how I’d been. I barely remembered, but I could feel it now. Feel that roll of the wild. It beckoned me to dip my toes into it. To test her to see just how much she truly wanted to be in control, but that was forbidden. It’d probably get me killed.
“They fed me, Mistress. Give me a moment, I’ll grab your yogurt.”
