her, ignoring his
erection, the knocking on the door, everything – nothing was more
important in that moment than taking care of her.
When her sobs quieted, he pressed a
kiss against the crown of her head. “Okay now?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay
again.” Her flat tone worried him. “Please let me go.”
He weighed his options. If he pushed
any harder, he was sure she’d use her safeword. It wasn’t something
he could risk. “All right, but meet me tonight after work. We need
to talk.”
“Yeah, right. Like you ever want to
talk, White Boy.” She turned away.
He caught her arm. “We can’t keep
continuing like this, Rena. Something’s got to give. Pick a neutral
place. One where we can talk privately and where you feel
safe.”
She studied him for a moment, before
coming to a decision. “I’ll text you the time and
place.”
He nodded, watching her stalk out of
the bathroom. He rubbed his hands over his face, the scent of her
on his fingers teasing him. “Damn, Levough, you know how to fuck up
a wet dream. And you wonder why she keeps running from you. You’re
your own worst enemy.”
Chapter
Eleven
Rena finished the rest of her shift in
a daze. She was still reeling from her encounter with Jackson. If
someone would have told her she’d one day be making out with a
younger man while on duty, she’d have kicked their butts from here
to China. She was a professional, or was supposed to be one. There
was just something about Jackson which made her forget her own
name. Not only did the pure dominance radiating off him draw her,
but it was also the moments of tenderness he tried to hide. “I’m a
fool, that’s what I am.”
Boarding the “L” she made her way
towards the back of the car, keeping her eye out for trouble. As it
pulled away from the station, she wondered what she was going to
do. Jackson deserved a chance to plead his case for having a
relationship between them, but she was scared –
uncertain.
And uncertainty was something she very
seldom felt. She wanted what he could offer but at what price?
Could she once again risk her heart, her submission to a man nearly
fifteen years her junior? What if he walked away like Louis did the
first time she refused to blindly put him first?
Feeling the vibration of her phone,
she pulled it out of her pocket. She was pleasantly shocked when
she saw Jude’s number and a text requesting a meeting tonight at
Olivia’s club. Glancing down at her watch, she judged she had just
enough time to make it home, change her clothing, and make it out
to the warehouse district where Olivia’s was located. Suddenly, she
felt a bit lighter, but then again, Olivia always had that effect
on her. She just absolutely adored the little Domme.
Typing out a reply on the
ridiculously small keyboard, she sent a reply back to Jude assuring
him that she’d be there at eight. Shortly after hitting the send
button, she exited the “L”. Walking the block to her apartment, she
wondered why she was being invited to Olivia’s . She didn’t have a
membership at the club. Since it was an exclusive and rather
expensive member’s only club, and frankly, she couldn’t afford one
with what the mall was paying her. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t
been there before at Olivia’s request.
She nodded to the Star security guard,
a young black man named Edward, who was talking on the phone at the
security check-in as she walked through the lobby. Just before she
entered the elevator, he flagged her down.
“Ms. MacAllister!”
She looked up in surprise as she
stepped inside the elevator. “Yes?”
Smiling broadly at her, Eddie as he
liked to be called, joined her by sticking his arm in the opening
to keep the doors from shutting. “Sorry, I was on the phone but you
have a package. A gentleman stopped by today and left this for
you.” He handed her a small plain brown paper wrapped box with a
heavily embossed linen card attached to it. Her name was
erection, the knocking on the door, everything – nothing was more
important in that moment than taking care of her.
When her sobs quieted, he pressed a
kiss against the crown of her head. “Okay now?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay
again.” Her flat tone worried him. “Please let me go.”
He weighed his options. If he pushed
any harder, he was sure she’d use her safeword. It wasn’t something
he could risk. “All right, but meet me tonight after work. We need
to talk.”
“Yeah, right. Like you ever want to
talk, White Boy.” She turned away.
He caught her arm. “We can’t keep
continuing like this, Rena. Something’s got to give. Pick a neutral
place. One where we can talk privately and where you feel
safe.”
She studied him for a moment, before
coming to a decision. “I’ll text you the time and
place.”
He nodded, watching her stalk out of
the bathroom. He rubbed his hands over his face, the scent of her
on his fingers teasing him. “Damn, Levough, you know how to fuck up
a wet dream. And you wonder why she keeps running from you. You’re
your own worst enemy.”
Chapter
Eleven
Rena finished the rest of her shift in
a daze. She was still reeling from her encounter with Jackson. If
someone would have told her she’d one day be making out with a
younger man while on duty, she’d have kicked their butts from here
to China. She was a professional, or was supposed to be one. There
was just something about Jackson which made her forget her own
name. Not only did the pure dominance radiating off him draw her,
but it was also the moments of tenderness he tried to hide. “I’m a
fool, that’s what I am.”
Boarding the “L” she made her way
towards the back of the car, keeping her eye out for trouble. As it
pulled away from the station, she wondered what she was going to
do. Jackson deserved a chance to plead his case for having a
relationship between them, but she was scared –
uncertain.
And uncertainty was something she very
seldom felt. She wanted what he could offer but at what price?
Could she once again risk her heart, her submission to a man nearly
fifteen years her junior? What if he walked away like Louis did the
first time she refused to blindly put him first?
Feeling the vibration of her phone,
she pulled it out of her pocket. She was pleasantly shocked when
she saw Jude’s number and a text requesting a meeting tonight at
Olivia’s club. Glancing down at her watch, she judged she had just
enough time to make it home, change her clothing, and make it out
to the warehouse district where Olivia’s was located. Suddenly, she
felt a bit lighter, but then again, Olivia always had that effect
on her. She just absolutely adored the little Domme.
Typing out a reply on the
ridiculously small keyboard, she sent a reply back to Jude assuring
him that she’d be there at eight. Shortly after hitting the send
button, she exited the “L”. Walking the block to her apartment, she
wondered why she was being invited to Olivia’s . She didn’t have a
membership at the club. Since it was an exclusive and rather
expensive member’s only club, and frankly, she couldn’t afford one
with what the mall was paying her. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t
been there before at Olivia’s request.
She nodded to the Star security guard,
a young black man named Edward, who was talking on the phone at the
security check-in as she walked through the lobby. Just before she
entered the elevator, he flagged her down.
“Ms. MacAllister!”
She looked up in surprise as she
stepped inside the elevator. “Yes?”
Smiling broadly at her, Eddie as he
liked to be called, joined her by sticking his arm in the opening
to keep the doors from shutting. “Sorry, I was on the phone but you
have a package. A gentleman stopped by today and left this for
you.” He handed her a small plain brown paper wrapped box with a
heavily embossed linen card attached to it. Her name was
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