“By the use of my full professional name, I’m going to assume you have an issue with that?” I said in a sing-song voice, not at all matching the heated tone she used.
“Yes, I do have a problem with it. As your accountant you must run these things by me. If Miss Rice hadn’t been down to bring me lunch, I would have wasted hours of my day trying to track down a $15,000 debit mistake.”
I put my head down, playfully taunting her anger. “I’m sorry miss Lynn. Do you think you could forgive me?”
“You’re forgiven.” She plopped down in the chair in front of my desk, continuing her inquiry. “Now, who is this Delaney person, and why are you paying her fees?” She gave me a pointed look.
“Well, see this is where I stop you Miss Lynn. I will worry about who. You just worry about how much. Deal?” I asked, teasing her curiosity.
“Hmmm.” She responded, leaning back in her chair with her finger on her chin exaggeratedly.
“No, no deal. Either you tell me or I’ll just find out for myself.” She giggled. Last time I didn’t tell her something, she went into detective mode and found outwaymore information than I wanted her to. Luckily there isn’t much I hide from the handful of staff members I consider my friends, Miss Lynn being one of them.
“I feel like that is a loaded statement, or you’ve already gotten the answer because you are too damn good and you are testing me. Either way, get out of my office.” I pointed toward the door.
She got up and walked toward the door laughing, because she knew I was onto her and she didn’t pry because she respected me too much to push.
“I’m watching you, Mr. Kingston.” She said as she shut the door behind her. She is quiet, but she is smart and not one to underestimate.
“You’re not the only one.” I said under my breath.
Jacob, who still stood at the door, cleared his throat. “What are we doing about that?”
Since the initial incident I’ve had my men following Teddy and that prostitute. So far we’ve found out she wasn’t a prostitute, but rather Teddy’s eighteen year old niece. She was born to his only sister who passed away from terminal illness years ago.
I remember his sister from high school. She was a sweet girl. She was a senior in my freshmen year. She married a very wealthy man shortly after college. I lost contact after that, until I saw Teddy before I moved to L.A. He told me she was sick, and that her daughter would likely come to live with him. He talked about setting things up for her and righting some wrongs. I didn’t fully understand what he meant but back then I didn’t really understand much. I was young and dumb, falling into the wrong crowd.
“So far he hasn’t done anything to be worried about. We will wait it out. No need to retaliate right now.” I said sternly.
My phone pinged loudly from where it was set on my desk. My eyesfixed on my phone to see a text from Neil, the head of the team I have tracking Teddy for the time being:
Teddy and his niece had lunch with some lady today. I can’t find much info on her besides that she works for a publishing house. Lindsey is a client of the publishing house. Does she look familiar to you?
I opened the second message that had an image and to my surprise, I saw Delaney’s face on my screen.
Damn it! Is this a coincidence or is this a tactic Teddy is using to fuck with me?
My mind was reeling frantically trying to find a way he could possibly know a connection between Delaney and I.
There is nothing more important to me than keeping her safe.
I’ve got my work cut out for me. Convincing Delaney to come stay with me won’t be easy.
Tied up, handcuffed, and spanked…
Delaney
“It’s okay, Delaney, I promise I was safe. There’s tons of precautions with this stuff, you’d be surprised how much thought goes into these…activities to make sure it’s safe before it even goes down.” Her words hit me and my mind suddenly went blank – I had to admit in that moment the way Lacy was describingthis stuffpiqued my curiosity even more. The control freak in me jumped for joy when I considered how much more relaxed I could feel knowing certain likes and dislikes were discussed beforehand. Way too often I read scenes in my smutty books that describe a sudden launch into raunchy lust, and while I drool over these scenes I always think, ‘there’s no way I could do this without talking boundariesbefore’.
“Well…I was tied up, handcuffed, spanked, and called a good little slut for most of it but I was safe within reason.” She threw her head back and laughed, breaking my daydream. I reached for a fuzzy pink pillow from the couch and smacked her right in the face.
“Hey!”
“Hey nothing! You left me in a really weird place, all alone, and then I had to be driven home by one of Dallas’s men.” My whining trailed off when I looked at Lacy’s twisted face.
“What?” I snapped.
“Dallas didn’t drive you himself?” She asked, disappointed.
