Chapter Eleven
Kris
Kris wasn’t stupid. He saw the muscle outside the doos and the high tech security. If he was going to find a way to escape this and get to the Embassy or even flag down a police officer, he had to play it cool.
This meant allowing Lux to lead him along as if they were boyfriends. When he saw the cushion on the floor, he was, truth be told, quite relieved. He could sit on the floor out of everyone’s line of sight unless they thought to glance down at him on purpose.
Out of sight, out of mind.
At least he hoped that would be the case. He sank down onto the cushion and waited to find out what he needed to do next to keep Lux happy with him. That question was answered immediately when the two men began discussing the applications for new bar staff. Lux had been serious, then, about him helping him weed through them. That he could do.
Three piles.He turned his body away so that he had access to more floor space and immediately began reading through the stack of forms. He frowned. Many of the applicants with bar experience had actually only minded the bar at local family bar and grill chains.
“Shit,” he muttered. ‘They don’t make it clear how long they worked the bar for, overall, including their general wait staff employment in the time frame instead of two different entries.”
“Put those in a fourth pile, we can consider those for Deluxious.”
Kris jumped. He’d been muttering under his breath and Lux had been deep in conversation with the guy who seemed to be his head of security.
Note to self, he can track multiple conversations around him and has extremely acute hearing.
“Okay,” Kris squeaked.
Lux patted him on the head. “Good lad.”
Kris willed his body to not betray his anger.I am not a fucking dog.
The security man laughed. “He’s sitting there being obedient, but he’s not a happy chappie about it, is he?”
Kris’ shoulder’s slumped. Obviously not s good at hiding my feelings as I thought.
“He’ll come around. “We are still new, as is his position, Ezra.”
“Mmhmm. We’ll help see that he does.”
“That’s all for now. I’ll check in with later.”
Ezra stood. “Yes, sir. I’ll brief my staff and wait to hear from Jamal and you.”
Kris heard booted feet walk across the floor then the snick of the door. He was now alone with Lux. He paused, waiting to see if he was going to press his advantage.
“I can feel your mind racing, imagining all sorts of scenarios. Just go through those applications. When you’re done, let me know. I have a phone call to make.”
Kris resumed eating. He only got through a few lines when he felt his head yanked back.
“Did you forget something?” Lux seethed, anger evident in his tone.
Kris’ mind raced as sudden understanding flooded him. “Yes, sir! I-I’ll do as you wish.”
The hand gripping his hair tightly relaxed, the painful tugging of the strands now becoming a caress. “Good. If I tell you something, always respond. Silence is not tolerated any more than bad manners or poor hygiene. Unless you’re gagged, of course.”
Noted.“Yes, sir.”
“Ishmael. You are mine, so when we are merely talking like this, it is Ishmael. Lovers call each other by their first names, Kris. It is sir or master when you are being punished or if we are doing a scene.”
That wasn’t punishment? And did he seriously just order me to talk to him as if we are lovers?
Ishmael gave a low chuckle. “I can see your confusion, Kris. That was a reprimand, not a punishment. Think back. Do you really think a punishment would be so light from me, ever?”
