I chuckle as I saunter out of the dressing room and take my time going back to mine and dressing myself. When I get out, Sloane is waiting for me in his suit. It’s classic: all black pants and jacket with an ivory shirt. But the tie is what stands out. It’s a gorgeous, vibrant shade of green.
“Wow,” I say, unable to keep in my surprise.
“I take it, you approve.” He smirks.
I know he’s asking about the suit, but… it feels like he’s asking about what we did. What’s happening between us…
“I approve," I say, my voice almost breathless.
“Good. That settles that then.” For a moment, we stand there, looking at one another and I swear the world stops. At least, it does for me. My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me back to the here and now, shattering my momentary dreams.
As Sloane heads back to change, I pull out my phone, noticing I’ve got a text. FromMissy.I click out of the notification and slide it back in my pocket as Sloane comes out of the dressing room.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I can’t shake the dread spreading through my veins.
“Yes, Sir," I say as he nods for me to follow him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sloane
I hadn’t expected to feel the things I did in that dressing room. Yes, I’ve done these things before, and I’ve got damn near twenty years of experience with being a dom, but not once have I ever felt the desire tosubmit toanyone. Not like I felt when I was on my knees with Oliver’s beautiful cock down my throat. The desire was overwhelming. All I could do was grasp for his hand and guide it to my head, hoping he’d understand. And he did. He gripped me tight without question, and something inside of me clicked into place. I wasn’t just disciplining my bratty little Rabbit, I was letting himleadme. Though he still operated within my orders, within my limits I’d set.
But I can’t shake the feeling that I wouldn’t do it again.
That I would let Oliver take control if he wanted to.
I’ve never wanted to switch for anyone. Not even Robert.
That fact is not lost on me, and if anything, it is more than telling.
Oliver is my assistant, and my fascination with him is dangerous. For so many reasons. Hooking up with my employee without an NDA is damn near foolish, but I trust Oliver. More than I probably should, given the fact we barely know each other. But I swear, in some ways I feel like I’ve known him all my life, despite our age difference. He challenges me in a way no one else ever has. He makes me feel like I’m young again, like the world is at my feet. Like I can do fuckinganything.
But as I look at him in my car, the sun setting beautifully in the distance, I can’t help but think about how I don’t want this day to end.
Every day I spend with Oliver Green, I don’t want to end.
I know some steamy moments, as hot as they may be, don’t equate to a relationship. And though I’ve served plenty of subs, when it comes to relationships, I’ve only had two, and neither were good experiences.
Sleeping with my roommate, Parker, was not one of my better choices in life and it’s a miracle we remained friends after what happened. And Robert? Well, what I had with Robert was also one of my terrible decisions that is now haunting me.
I don’t exactly have the best track record with choosing men when it comes to relationships. That’s why I prefer subs to lovers.
It’s easier. NDAs and contracts, hard and soft limits. Safewords…
Everything is defined and laid out and agreed upon in a way that is almost similar to business itself.
Though my submissives have not always been understanding of my needs, either, as is evidenced by the fact I haven’t had one in over a decade.
I look at Oliver, that nagging voice in my head beckoning me to wonder…
Would Oliver be different?
Something tells me he would. But perhaps it is just my wishful thinking.
After all, it’s been barely three days.
Three days is not enough time to develop something so deep, yet…
