Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
As best I could gather, Baker had returned home to take care of last minute issues involved with disappearing from your regular life for what might be up to several months. I hadn’t seen or heard from him again until it was time for us to board the plane and head out to Miami. It was an early morning flight and he looked like he’d rolled straight out of bed, ran his fingers through his hair, threw on comfortable traveling clothes, and ran into the airport without a moment to spare. Trying to make amends, I’d given him a pleasant greeting…which he’d answered with a grunt. His eyes were just as blue as I’d remembered, even when I’d tried to convince myself I had to have been mistaken, but there were dark circles beneath them, like he hadn’t gotten enough rest.
I’d asked if he felt okay, and I’d gotten another grunt. He pretended to sleep through the entire flight, never once peeking his eyes open, but I’d known he was awake. By the time we landed, I’d been afraid my teeth were ground down to nothing. More than anything, I wanted to bend him over my knee and spank his ass until he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. I settled on ignoring him in the same earnest way he ignored me. We were acting like children.
As soon as we’d settled into the Bentley Landon had arranged to pick us up, Baker had shuffled over into a corner and played on his phone. I was seconds from calling him out when my cell rang. It was Landon, checking up on us, no doubt.
“Seth,” I answered gruffly. At least Baker’s eyes had left his phone and now stared at me as he waited to see what Landon had to say. I was certain we were both afraid another sub had been taken. “What’s happened?” The plan had been for us to land, head straight to the penthouse, and spend the evening getting acclimated with Miami. I suspected the plan had already changed.
“Hey, everything going okay? Any problems with the flight or the transportation arrangements we made for you?”
“Nope, we’re all good,” I answered. “The kid can’t keep his hands off me but, other than that, everything’s going smoothly.”
Baker snorted but I could see he fought not to grin. Good. Hopefully, he didn’t enjoy the quiet game any more than I did. On top of that, we were supposed to be lovers as well as Dom and sub. Anybody who might have watched our departure or arrival would have thought we were mortal enemies, thrown together to see which one of us would survive.
Landon laughed. “Yeah, I bet that’s exactly how it’s going. Listen, there’s been a change in plans. Javier wants you guys to drop by the club…like…now. Is that possible? I know he’s jacking our plans around, but the guy’s terrified something’s going to happen before we can get in there and stop it. He said he’d like to meet with both of you, which is a common practice if any new Dom or sub plays at his club. Discuss the plan and then maybe, if your boy’s ready, put on a small performance. Apparently, it’s a busy night for him and he’s hoping you’ll give this son of a bitch something to focus on…other than another helpless young man.” Landon coughed, and I knew damned well it was his nervous cough. He’d promised something he probably had no business promising. “I’ve assured him when this jackass, murdering, son of a bitch sees you and Baker together, he’ll never look at another sub. I, uh, didn’t overstep, did I? I mean, I don’t know much about BDSM or any of the shit that goes on in the clubs, but I know you two looked damned hot together. Can you and Baker make it happen tonight? Work some magic?”
I noticed two things at once—Baker’s knee started bouncing nervously and his eyes turned from me and he stared out the window. The kid wasn’t ready. I’d pushed him too hard…lost his trust. “Not gonna make any promises, Landon,” I answered. “Agent Daley and I will play it by ear. If we’re ready, we’ll give them a performance. If not, we’ll give them a different kind of show.” I smiled softly. “Baker walking around the club, acting submissive will be enough to draw the attention away from every other fucker in there and straight to him. Trust me on this.”
Baker’s head whipped around, and he stared at me with a strange expression on his face. The hardness that had been in his eyes all morning dimmed.
“Sound okay to you…Baker?” I asked, making sure when I said his name, it reminded him of what we’d shared. That was one of my hard lines when we’d been making the arrangements—Baker kept his first name. I wasn’t a fool. I’d noticed his responses when I’d called him by his given name. I was Seth Deveraux—the name I always used as a Dom.