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)
It was not the way she’d wanted to spend this last weekend.
“Kai told me a couple of the MT guys recently got Master rights. You haven’t met them. Also, a couple of single Doms from The Club are joining in,” Serena pointed out. “And Michael is bringing his super-hot brother, JT, with him.”
“They’re twins,” Eve pointed out. “Aren’t they both super hot?”
“I know Michael way too well to think of him as hot,” Serena replied. “JT has the cowboy thing going on. Not that I don’t prefer my two big-city hotties. Also, does anyone know why Ian sent a big bouquet of flowers to the office today? Was it someone’s birthday? Adam’s being paranoid about it. Jake had to prove to him the flowers weren’t bugged, and by that I mean both ways. Like they weren’t actively spying on the office, nor did they contain a fleet of DNA enhanced superbugs that would attack him later.”
Adam had a vivid imagination. But Serena had a point about new Doms.
Was she really going to ignore the fact that Jared was in town and she was supposed to spend a couple of days working with him? She wouldn’t if she didn’t need the money he’d offered.
She gripped Kori’s laces and gave them a good tug.
That part about the money probably wasn’t true. She would have done the documentary money or not since it might bring her some closure. She and Jared had gotten close in those first days when he’d come to Dallas to spend time with his brother and prep for a movie role. She truly hadn’t expected to fall for Jared Johns. She had thought a brief affair would be nice, and then she could forever say she’d slept with Dart and hit a total bullseye.
Yeah, she wasn’t proud she’d thought that.
Then she’d gotten to know the actual man and not the beefcake actor. She’d wondered if maybe they might have something. The rest could have easily served as the plot of a horror film. His bestie had tried to murder her. Jared had saved her. Jared had left her.
Now he was back and he wanted to examine what had happened.
At least it wasn’t Dateline.
“He really thinks Ian has access to superbugs?” Eve asked in that “maybe we should have a couple of sessions” way.
Eve was a therapist. It was a minus in Sarah’s book since they took sanity very seriously, and she’d learned that definition was not always the same for all people. She pulled the laces through again, making them even before giving another tug that had Kori huffing.
“Don’t be a baby.” They still had a long way to go with those laces.
“Babies like to breathe,” Kori complained. “At least that’s what I remember about my babyhood. Breathing was kind of a thing.”
Then she shouldn’t have decided to wear a corset. “You can pay me back in a minute.”
“Then you’re staying? Because you had that ‘I’m running away’ look in your eyes.”
Kori apparently spent a lot of time evaluating her expressions. “I’ll see who they pair me with.”
And then she could run if it turned out poorly.
She finished ensuring Kori couldn’t breathe and pulled her scrub shirt over her head. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and suddenly didn’t need the corset. She couldn’t breathe either.
What would she look like in a couple of weeks? Maybe look wasn’t the right word. Feel. How would she feel? About herself. About her sexuality. About her future. Would she even want to come back to Sanctum?
“Hey?”
She shook off the emotion. She couldn’t do that here and now. Nope. When she played, when whatever Dom they selected for her slapped her ass silly, then she could let herself cry. “Sorry, I spaced for a moment.”
Kori stared at her as though trying to figure out how to handle the situation. “Are you sure you’re okay? I heard you’re talking to Jared again. He’s making that documentary. I was surprised you were willing to discuss that time on camera.”
“Because I’m so shy and retiring?” Those were not words she would use to describe herself. She was the woman who dressed up for pretty much everything. Dinner date? Sarah Stevens showed up in full-on pinup mode, complete with perfectly done hair and five-inch stilettos. If you came by her place for brunch, you would find her in a peignoir set with kitten heels, like she woke up in a Doris Day film. “Come on. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. I’ve already picked out my wardrobe and the makeup.”
Because in some ways it would be her armor.
“No, because you don’t like to talk about it at all.”
She sighed. “Just because I didn’t want to sit on the shrink couch doesn’t mean I’m unwilling to talk. I think it might be good for me to get it all out.”