Chapter Seven
Xia
The GoldenEye IV Airbus...
The absolute gall of the man!Xia raged inside her mind as she flung the small towel she’d polished glasses with on the counter.What the devil am I?Chopped liver?She was highly irked that he had the audacity to ask her...scrap that...instructher.Got that?Instruct her to approve his search for a potential Mrs.Oliver...as if she didn’t exist.Yeah, I have a couple of extra pounds...perhaps more than a couple, but I’m damn sexy, yet classy, and I’ve been told, beautiful.So, what’s his case?
Casting a debilitating glare his way, she stepped around the bar.If Rex Oliver thought for one minute she was going to hand over her future husband to any of these drooling women on the plane, he’s got one hell of a surprise coming.You’re mine, buddy.It’s just going to take some time to make you realize it.So?How do I handle this shit show?
“What every girl in our position would do...shoot down all those quirky and pert potentials!
“I don’t want to chase my potentials away.”Rex looked her up and down.“Good thing you’re dressed appropriately.I’ll introduce you as my assigned club coordinator.”He started walking only to stop abruptly.
Xia followed and stumbled into his rock-hard back.Rubbing her nose, she took a step back to glare at him.
“Next time, use your brake lights, would you?Geez, it feels like my nose is cracked.”
“If you read the protocol properly, you would know the expectation for any sub or coordinator is to walk a step behind her Dom to the right.”
She simmered at how much fun he seemed to be having at her expense.
“Since I wasn’t intended to be either of those, I didn’t need to study those pages.A bartender’s place is behind the bar.”Her fists jabbed into her waist in a pose she realized could be seen as disrespect toward a Master of the club.
“Everyone on board this flight has to adhere to protocol.Inflight staff also play in the dungeon, so be warned.I won’t stand for ignorance as an excuse to be disrespectful.Is that understood, sub?”
Xia had a valiant fight with her inner submissive, which she lost when the words crawled from her lips.
“Yes, Master R.”
“Good girl.”He smiled at what she was sure was a flash of bright red pleasure coloring her cheeks.“So, what’s your sub name?”
“Er, the one I’ve been using at other clubs, or do I need a different one?”
“Whichever you prefer.”
“I’m known as Angel.”
“Ah...because of your skill.Very appropriate.Well, Angel, let’s introduce ourselves to Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Excuse me for asking, but wouldn’t the subs you play with find it strange to have a club coordinator present in your private suite?I mean that is the actual purpose of not scening in the dungeon, isn’t it?”
