“She was editing a video on different kinds of Dominant types.”
“Yeah?” He seats me at the kitchen island as he makes work of warming up the pre-made dinner Lisette left us. “And what type am I?”
I blush. One of the benefits of co-working with Kacey during the day is getting to watch whatever videos she’s working on. It’s mutually beneficial. I can give her feedback, and it helps me write my book more accurately.
“Well…she went over seven types, and I’m not sure you fall into just one.”
“Mm.” He stirs the mashed potatoes, something that shouldn’t be sexy. “Go on.”
I think through all the types Kacey listed in her video. I was relating them to Asher as I listened, and then promptly proceeded to write about them, having my heroine assess which ones applied to her Dom in the book.
“Well, there’s the caregiver. She talked a lot about this one in terms of DDLG.”
Asher eyes me when I say the acronym.
“You’re learning quite a bit of kink, huh?”
I nod, feeling warm all over. “Yes, Sir. But it doesn’t just apply to DDLG.”
“And am I a caregiver, Sugar?”
I look at the dinner he’s heated and is arranging on plates. “Yes.”
He chuckles. “Go on.”
“There’s also the hedonist. Which I think is kind of you, but you’re really a manager.”
At that, Asher barks out a laugh. “Not sure I’ve ever heard that one before.”
“The manager is all about training and service. And that’s what you’ve been doing, right? Training me to serve you? Also, the motivator!” I add, almost forgetting that one. “The motivator is all about setting goals and rewards that benefit both parties.”
Like setting a writing goal every day and making sure I take care of myself.
Asher smiles, sliding my plate in front of me. “Eat,” he orders. “And then I’ll manage you all night.”
33
ASHER
The constant replaying of Grace's face when she comes around my cock is distracting me from getting any work done.
I stand with a huff and move to the coffeemaker in the corner of my office, brewing myself a fresh cup. I need to get my shit together and finish some work, but all I can think about is mywife.
There's a knock on my door, and I glance up to see Mel, my assistant, through the glass. She peeks her head in. "Your brother’s here."
That makes me groan. "Send him in."
She moves out of the way, letting Gabe pass. My brother saunters into my office, broad shoulders stretching his simple button-down, forearms exposed by rolled sleeves that reveal hints of tattoos beneath. His beard is thicker than when I last saw him, neatly trimmed but still enough for my mother to hate it.
"Didn't expect to see you here," I say, offering nothing more as I sip my coffee. He takes a seat on the couch in front of the window that overlooks the city.
"You gonna offer me a coffee?" His eyes nod to my cup.
"Really, fucker?" I huff. "I think there's a break room out there with a communal coffeepot."
Gabe sighs, trying to annoy me, I’m sure. "But you have such a nice one."
I stop myself from rolling my eyes as I move to make him a cup. By the time I hand it to him, my patience is already thin.
