Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
He wouldn’t be going to any of it. He couldn’t risk it. No one was wearing masks tonight. They weren’t supposed to mingle with the potential submissives, but there was no doubt Sarah would have questions if she saw him. Forceful questions she would likely yell at the top of her lungs.
“Princess turns out to be a sweet brat who deserved to get her backside blistered, and I meant that in a good way because she liked it.” He hated hearing her talk about how she didn’t have a Dom even though he was happy about it, too. It made him realize how much he’d hurt them both by walking away. His guilt had sent him running, but it had done more than that. It had left her lonely. His guilt had hurt them both.
He wanted to walk out there and see her. She looked gorgeous in fet wear, her breasts pushed up and on display. He’d felt the boning of her corset and had wanted so badly to know the color she was wearing and how it showed off her skin. Well, what he’d wanted to do was drag her mouth to his and kiss her until she couldn’t think straight, and then get her on her back under him.
Instead he’d fed her and talked to her. He’d reveled in how funny she was, how much he adored the sound of her voice.
JT grinned and leaned against the lockers. “Mine likes to be called Sweetie. She seems nice. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.”
It was nice to hang out with a person who seemed to have no idea who he was.
Or maybe he was overestimating his own celebrity. It had been a while since Dart aired, since he’d had a decent role in a movie. He had a couple of projects he had supporting roles in coming out next year, but mostly now he seemed to be known for being a serial killer’s best friend. Or the guy who got away with it all.
Of course it also could be that Big Tag had told everyone to pretend like they didn’t know him.
He dragged his T-shirt over his head. “You liked Sweetie?”
“She seemed nice. I don’t know how well it’s going to work out in the long run, but hey, I’ll give it a weekend,” JT admitted. “I take it you liked Princess pretty well.”
He was crazy in love with Princess, but he couldn’t tell anyone. “She’s pretty much exactly my type.”
“How can you know that if you didn’t see her?”
“She sat in my lap. I got a good feel for her. She’s got a great body and thick, long hair.” And the most beautiful eyes. He didn’t need to see them to remember those. He could still see her staring at him as he’d turned and walked away. He could still see the hurt stamped on her face and the stubborn will there. He’d known in that moment that she would move on.
Except she hadn’t.
The question was what had she meant about their timing always being off? He knew she’d been talking about him when she’d mentioned a man who might have been her Dom. He hadn’t been ready then. She wasn’t ready now. The longing had been plain in her voice. Why wasn’t she ready? Because she couldn’t forgive him?
“I didn’t think about that,” JT mused. “I should have gotten her in my lap. I’ll be honest, I was just happy not to fall. The darkness stuff was a little intimidating, but it also forced me to talk to her. All in all, not a terrible night.”
“There you are.” Michael rounded the corner. He had his hands on his hips and stared at his brother. “I’ve been looking for you. I thought we were meeting up after.”
JT shrugged negligently. “I don’t remember saying that. I was just hanging with my friend here. Jared, you’ve met my brother, right? I apologize that he didn’t say hello before. He was far too busy lecturing me.”
Michael frowned and it was obvious he hadn’t expected his brother to make friends. “I was only trying to make sure you understood the rules. Come on. There’s barbecue. Sean Taggart catered this thing. It’s really good. Almost better than Dad’s, but don’t tell him I said that.”
“Our dad’s an oil man. Sean’s a chef. He would understand.” JT gave Jared a wave. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at the game.”
Where he would come face to face with Sarah for the first time. Tonight didn’t count since he couldn’t see her face and she hadn’t known it was him. “See you there.”
Maybe he would take off his shirt. He could find a reason. She liked him without his shirt on. She would sit and watch him work out like he was putting on a show for her. He could play that angle.