Alex all of a sudden seemed somewhat uncomfortable, then pissed. Now, that was attention-grabbing.

A membership? Which membership? A nightclub? A intercourse membership?

“Yeah, I’ll be there this coming weekend.”

Bridget’s smile couldn’t be extra immaculate what together with her annoyingly good straight white enamel. “Trying ahead to it,” she mentioned, then winked at him.

Okay, this was some severely ahead conduct which I didn’t count on by somebody towards his or her boss. I additionally wouldn’t have pegged Alex as liking to be propositioned this overtly.

Possibly I assumed he was extra dominant than he actually was.

“Bridget.”

Or not.

His growly tone of voice held a transparent warning, and Bridget instantly solid her gaze down. “I’m sorry, Grasp.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed for a cut up second earlier than they shot to me, and I?

I stored my cool outwardly, whereas inwardly, I ping-ponged between amazed, intrigued, and a transparent case of “That’s what I assumed.”

Apparently, the membership Bridget was speaking about was certainly a intercourse membership. And apparently, my evaluation of Alex being a dom was spot-on, too.

Grasp.

Holy shit. A shiver ran down my backbone.

A sexed-up shiver, not a creeped-out shiver.

It had been a while since I’d gone to a membership—had been a while since I’d participated in a scene. Possibly too lengthy, although after the kidnapping, I’d misplaced the braveness and the need.

Nothing was like earlier than after I’d had my fair proportion of sexual experiences in all types of very unique BDSM golf equipment.

The previous sub in me had acknowledged Alex’s dominant nature. The one downside—I had ever solely been a sexually submissive, and solely within the protected surroundings of a membership. And I wasn’t in any respect submissive in my on a regular basis life—regardless of how a lot my household’s tradition needed me to be.

And Alex?

He was a dominant asshole on a regular basis. And I had made it a rule to not undergo assholes.

Ever.

Bridget flurried away, and Alex studied me. “You’re not stunned.”

“Why would I be? No matter floats your boat is none of my enterprise.”

He appeared to ponder my assertion.

And fortunate for me, Bridget express-delivered our order. I seemed on the desk stuffed with dishes, the savory scents making my abdomen growl once more.

“Why did you need to go so excessive? I’d slightly eat alone, anyway.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You higher cease mendacity to me.” He hesitated for a second. “And also you higher begin consuming, or I’ll put you on my lap and feed you.”

Holy mom of god.

The way in which he mentioned it, the dominant tone, the hazard brewing in his eyes, all of it made my abdomen tighten and my breath hitch.

Possibly I appreciated somewhat dominance exterior of the bed room, as nicely.

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