Fingers wrapped around my wrists, yanking my hands off my face.
Cammie snorted. “Repeat that, please.”
“I like it.” I wrinkled my nose. “I like giving him the control during those times.”
She relaxed back in her chair with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have asked. Now I’m jealous.”
“Really?” Having not had anyone to talk about these new discoveries, I asked, “Are you … do you like that too?”
“I’ll try anything.” Cammie nodded, taking a sip of her now cold cappuccino. “Him in control. Me in control. I have yet to date a man, though, who was authentically dominant.”
“So, you like them dominantandsubmissive?” My curiosity peeled away any prudishness.
“Not submissive. I mean, I’ve tied a guy to the bed and it was fun.” Cammie shrugged as if we were talking about the latest floor tiles she’d chosen. “But I don’t like a truly submissive guy. I had this one boyfriend who kept asking me if he was doing it right, and it was so off-putting, I had to fake it.”
“Really?” Taran frowned. “I think that’s kind of respectful and nice.”
“Oh, it was. He was a lovely guy. And there are women and men out there who need that in bed and good for them. I’m not one of them. It’s an ick for me. Isn’t it an ick for you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think about it … he’s asking you constantly if he’s putting his fingers and cock in the right place. Fella, if you don’t know by now, get out of there.”
Unfortunately, I’d just taken a sip of my Americano and nearly spat it everywhere.
Taran chuckled. “We should not be having this conversation in here.”
Cammie nodded. “That’s a no. It’s an ick for you too. I can tell.”
Taran rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it.
“So …” Cammie turned to me. “Ramsay’s definitely not asking if he’s doing it right, is he?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I think me screaming through multiple orgasms is all the validation he needs.”
With that they both threw their heads back in laughter and I joined them, feeling smug.
Not just about Ramsay.
But about this.
The three of us.
This friendship we’d forged.
My new friends in my new home.
Things were finally falling into place.
The B and B was on track to be finished by Christmas, and I already had weeks booked out for next summer. The threats against me had stopped, and Perri called yesterday to tell me the Silver Group were threatening to sue if they published. They knew they had enough evidence to print, but the newspaper’s legal department were prevaricating over a statement Perri had obtained from the hotel resort manager because she hadn’t fully explained all of her reasons for her investigation to him. Perri was sure legal would come around and they’d go to print next Monday.
It would be tough. I was bracing myself for the media frenzy. For the long legal battle. But my parents would get justice and so would the people they were trying to fight for. That’s all that mattered.
The only things missing from my life were London and something real with Ramsay.
Because I knew I wanted that now.
I wanted to be with him.
