Too bad, too.We could’ve enjoyed ourselves.For a little while.Unfortunately, her need for attention ruined it for her.
“Nice to see you, Liz,” I stated before walking past her.It was a definite blow-off, but in this scene, it was a move that was often necessary to maintain the upper hand in the constant shift of power.
I’d met more than my fair share of submissives who believed a partial glance was a sign of what was to come, but I had a reputation inside these walls, and most, if not all, of the club submissives knew who I was.They knew I didn’t roll that way.The submissives I’d played with in the past, of which there were many, knew I didn’t tolerate topping from the bottom.
I didn’t live the lifestyle twenty-four seven, likely never would, so I enjoyed the time I did get to spend here, though thanks to my schedule, it wasn’t much these days.
A couple of submissives cut their gazes to me as I moved toward the Dom lounge.I gave them a quick once-over, tipping my Stetson slightly, ensuring I showed a modicum of interest but not enough to invite them to come over.A cute brunette started my way, but her redheaded friend saved her with a firm hand on her arm and a few whispered words in her ear.
Smart girl.Maybe I’d have to go in search of the little redhead later on.She might be fun to strap down and spank until she was begging for both mercy and my cock.
Of course, that would have to wait.I wasn’tthateasy.
“Well, well, well.Look what the cat dragged in.”
I pivoted around to see who the sexy voice belonged to, my gaze landing on the petite Dominatrix everyone referred to as Mistress Jane.I couldn’t hide my smile.“I tend to be the one doing the dragging,” I assured her.
Jane chuckled.“I’ve heard that about you.”
She offered a quick hug, and I had no choice but to hug her back.
When she looked up at me, she was grinning.“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”
“I could say the same to you.”
“On the contrary,”—Jane cocked a hip—“I’m here more often than not.But it’s been a long time since you’ve graced us with your presence.”
“Yes, ma’am.I’ve been busy.”
“I heard you moved back to Chicago.”
“That’s a nasty rumor,” I teased.
Her expression said she approved of my attempt at humor.“So, it’s not true?”
“Not completely.Yet.Provided all goes well, I’ll likely settle in for a bit.”At least, that was my plan as of this morning.I was one of those guys who went where the action took me.And for whatever reason, it had brought me back to my home away from home this time around.
Jane’s smile widened.“Any chance you’re seeking employment at Chatter PR?”
“As a matter of fact…” I cocked my head to the side, tried to read Jane’s mind, to no avail.“I have an interview with Zeke on Monday.”
I’d learned a long time ago that the clubs were a gossip mill.Word spread fast, and although I hadn’t officially taken a position with Chatter PR, I was entertaining the notion thanks to Edge giving me a good reference.Since Jane was employed by Chatter also, she evidently had a direct hotline to the information.
“I think he might’ve mentioned that.Good luck.”Jane chuckled.“He’s hired two others, and they seem to be working out, but I think he’s looking for someone to manage them.”
“He having an issue?”
Jane shook her head, causing her long onyx hair, pulled back in a sleek tail, to slip smoothly over her shoulder.“Not at all.You know how he is.Zeke doesn’t like people.”She laughed.“But we’ve advised them of Zeke’s…” She tapped one blood-red nail on her lower lip.“What’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Idiosyncrasies?”
“Ah, yes.That’s a good one.”Her eyes glittered.“They’re adapting.”Jane nodded toward the far side of the room, her black bangs swaying, then falling back into place as she did.“I assume you’re looking for Edge?”
Jane Fellows had an uncanny ability to read me like a book.I wasn’t sure why that was, and I’d long ago stopped questioning it.
“I am.”
Her gaze shot toward the stairs.“I saw him go down a few minutes ago.”
