your curiosity.”
“Doesn't mean I have to do anything about it.” I wrung a towel so tightly it was practically dry.
“And why are you so hellbent on making me talk?”
William shrugged again. Then, he took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never wavering from mine.
“You intrigue me, Corey. I’m usually a good judge of character but I’m beginning to think I was wrong
about you.”
“And you can’t stand being wrong, can you?” I asked. I turned my back to him and started wiping
out the sinks. So much for having a bit of time to myself tonight. “If this is just a way for you to have a
bit of fun at my expense, or you needing to solve me like I’m some sort of puzzle, don’t. Life isn’t fun
and games for all of us, and I happen to need this job.”
“No matter what happens or doesn’t between us, your job would never be in jeopardy because of
it,” William reassured me. “Hell, no one but us has to know this conversation even happened. But I
saw you when you were talking to my nephew and his friend. You were trying to put on a happy face,
but there was sadness, too. That’s what I want to help you with.”
“Why?”
“Maybe what gets me off isn’t as simple as bondage, power exchange, or impact play. Maybe
what I need is to help others find their inner peace.”
From anyone else, that would have sounded like a load of steaming horse shit. Instead, I felt like
William had just handed me a clue as to who he really was. It sure as hell would explain why he
worked damn hard to learn as much as he could about every topic but never seemed to land in any
particular group.
Maybe this was my best option. He wasn't offering anything other than showing me the ropes, so
to speak. After all, he was the man everyone went to if they wanted a safe way to explore their kinks.
I was no different than anyone who sat in on one of his workshops, except he was offering me a more
intimate learning environment.
“How would that even work?” I asked before I could stop myself. I backtracked quickly, not
wanting him to think I was agreeing to anything. “Let’s say you persuade me to change my mind. Are
you hoping to be my mentor or something? Are you going to give me a boring, dry lecture about
whatever I tell you I’m interested in, and then leave me alone?”
“There’s nothing boring about what I’d like to do with you, Corey.” Fuck, his already deep voice
