“Where are you going?”
“You don’t need to pick me up,” she told him again, even though she suspected he wouldn’t listen to any arguments.
Silence hung between them.He let it drag until she could no longer tolerate it.
“Friscos.”She gave him the address.
“Alcohol and scenes don’t mix well, so you’ll want to limit yourself if you want to scene.If you just want to go have fun with your friend, that’s perfectly fine.”
Before she could say anything, he went on, “Either way, I’ll be driving you home.What’s your phone number?”
She should have realized he’d think that through as well.He’d provided his information yesterday and given her access to all his files, but she hadn’t done the same.
He angled his wrist so that his watch was exposed.A large pink heart hovered above the screen.
“What’s that for?”
He impatiently swiped a finger across the surface.“Heart rate monitor.”
“A pulsing heart hologram?Pink is definitely your color.”
From his scowl, he didn’t seem nearly as amused by the sight as she was.“Your number, Ms.Lane?”
She forced away her smile, and Nathan touched the corner of the screen as she provided the number.
“Call Kelsey Lane,” he instructed.
“Dialing, Mr.Donovan.”
Seven seconds later, her phone rang.
“End,” he told the watch.
“Ended.”
“Now you’ll have no excuses for not contacting me.”
The man was skilled at getting his way.
Without another word, he went to unlock the door.“I’m looking forward to this evening,” he said before entering his office and closing the door.
She allowed her shoulders to collapse against the chair back.
With each moment, she felt as if she were getting deeper and deeper in a swimming pool.She’d started in the shallow end, but she could no longer reach the bottom.
* * * *
What the hell was it about her that made common sense pack a bag and head for parts unknown?
Yesterday Nathan had told Kelsey that he was cautious, but that was a fucking lie when it came to her.If he’d been cautious, he wouldn’t have reacted when Connor had told him she wanted to go to Deviation.As long as it didn’t interfere with job performance, it didn’t—shouldn’t—matter to Nathan what his employees did during their free time, but somehow it did with Kelsey.
And if he were cautious, he wouldn’t have driven to his favorite kink store in South Houston after he’d left her condo last night.
The store had been a forty-five-minute drive each way, but he’d been obsessed with getting her the nipple clamps, a small plug, a leash and a collar that she could wear on Saturday night.He’d wanted the items in his possession and he’d been too impatient to wait for overnight delivery.With her, he refused to take chances.
He hadn’t gotten home until nearly eleven, and he’d jacked off before going to bed, but that hadn’t stopped him from waking up with a hard-on six hours later.
That one, he’d ignored.He knew he’d pissed her off this morning.What she didn’t know was that he was suffering along with her.He wanted the low-grade yearning to consume him, sharpening his focus where she was concerned.
