keeping a wall between herself and Master T didn’t sit well. Still, she had to be practical. “I don’t know that’s such a good idea anymore, do you?”
“I think it’s an excellent idea,” he replied. “I think it’s more important now than it was before. Are you afraid of me?”
She wanted to lie. She wanted to stand there and tell him yes because it would prove that she was halfway intelligent. She’d seen how deadly the man was. Within two minutes of being in his presence, there had been a dead body at her feet. “No. I know I should be. Why on earth would you think I’m too good to be true?”
He huffed and then turned and opened the fridge, coming back with a beer. “Let’s see, you’re from a wealthy family, but you’re not pretentious or snobby. The fact that you’re friends with Erin tells me that.”
“I never really fit in with my peers.” The kitchen suddenly seemed too small for the two of them. It hadn’t been so intimate when Erin and Theo had been here, but she was very aware of how alone she was with Master T.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes on her face. Those blue orbs seemed to hold her so she couldn’t look away from him. “You’re stunningly beautiful, but you don’t seem to know it.”
“I definitely don’t.” She wasn’t the beauty in the family. Hope was. Hope cared about things like makeup and hair. Faith’s fingernails were cut to the nub and unpainted.
T’s hand came out, brushing back a stray lock of hair. When his fingertips grazed her skin, she fought not to shiver. “You’re smart and kind and surprise, you’re also submissive when it comes to sex. You, Doc, are pretty much exactly what I would ask for if I was putting together the perfect female. So I’m not sure I trust that you’re real.”
How was she supposed to respond to that? “You’re…incredibly attractive.”
His lips curled up. “Not perfect for you though. Let’s see if I can find my flaws. I’m not well educated. I work a job that most would consider dangerous. You prefer your danger to come in the form of germs and bacteria. And I’m ex-military and mean. That’s strike three, Doc. Am I out?”
He was close. Really close. He hadn’t been this close since that moment in the alley outside Neiman Marcus. Of course, they’d also been standing over a dead body, and there wasn’t one of those here now. Just her and Master T. Standing really close together so that she could smell the sandalwood of his aftershave again.
All it would take would be to tilt her head up slightly and he could plant those lips on hers. Hadn’t she been dreaming about it for weeks? She’d wanted nothing more but to know what it felt like to be in this man’s arms. From the moment she’d turned on her computer and seen him on her screen, with his gorgeous face and quick mind, she’d dreamed about this moment.
“What do you want me to call you? Uhm, besides Master T. In the vanilla world, I mean. Should I call you Tim?” It came out all breathy when she’d meant it to be an intellectual question, not a “hey, I need something personal to call you in bed when you’re taking me roughly” sort of question.
“Call me Ten, Faith.”
“Ten? Like the number?”
“As in Tennessee. It’s the nickname I grew up with. And yes, that’s like the state.” He took a step back, his jaw tightening as though he didn’t like where the conversation was heading.
“It’s an unusual nickname.” She needed to know more. Now that she was here with him, she could see that they’d both kept their conversations to this point light and flirty. She knew he was a Cowboys fan. He knew she’d gone to the University of Texas at Austin and managed to never actually attend a football game. They’d talked about how they’d gotten into the lifestyle and told a few stories of some of the crazy things they’d seen.
She didn’t know if he had a family. She didn’t know where he’d gotten a name like
“I think it’s an excellent idea,” he replied. “I think it’s more important now than it was before. Are you afraid of me?”
She wanted to lie. She wanted to stand there and tell him yes because it would prove that she was halfway intelligent. She’d seen how deadly the man was. Within two minutes of being in his presence, there had been a dead body at her feet. “No. I know I should be. Why on earth would you think I’m too good to be true?”
He huffed and then turned and opened the fridge, coming back with a beer. “Let’s see, you’re from a wealthy family, but you’re not pretentious or snobby. The fact that you’re friends with Erin tells me that.”
“I never really fit in with my peers.” The kitchen suddenly seemed too small for the two of them. It hadn’t been so intimate when Erin and Theo had been here, but she was very aware of how alone she was with Master T.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes on her face. Those blue orbs seemed to hold her so she couldn’t look away from him. “You’re stunningly beautiful, but you don’t seem to know it.”
“I definitely don’t.” She wasn’t the beauty in the family. Hope was. Hope cared about things like makeup and hair. Faith’s fingernails were cut to the nub and unpainted.
T’s hand came out, brushing back a stray lock of hair. When his fingertips grazed her skin, she fought not to shiver. “You’re smart and kind and surprise, you’re also submissive when it comes to sex. You, Doc, are pretty much exactly what I would ask for if I was putting together the perfect female. So I’m not sure I trust that you’re real.”
How was she supposed to respond to that? “You’re…incredibly attractive.”
His lips curled up. “Not perfect for you though. Let’s see if I can find my flaws. I’m not well educated. I work a job that most would consider dangerous. You prefer your danger to come in the form of germs and bacteria. And I’m ex-military and mean. That’s strike three, Doc. Am I out?”
He was close. Really close. He hadn’t been this close since that moment in the alley outside Neiman Marcus. Of course, they’d also been standing over a dead body, and there wasn’t one of those here now. Just her and Master T. Standing really close together so that she could smell the sandalwood of his aftershave again.
All it would take would be to tilt her head up slightly and he could plant those lips on hers. Hadn’t she been dreaming about it for weeks? She’d wanted nothing more but to know what it felt like to be in this man’s arms. From the moment she’d turned on her computer and seen him on her screen, with his gorgeous face and quick mind, she’d dreamed about this moment.
“What do you want me to call you? Uhm, besides Master T. In the vanilla world, I mean. Should I call you Tim?” It came out all breathy when she’d meant it to be an intellectual question, not a “hey, I need something personal to call you in bed when you’re taking me roughly” sort of question.
“Call me Ten, Faith.”
“Ten? Like the number?”
“As in Tennessee. It’s the nickname I grew up with. And yes, that’s like the state.” He took a step back, his jaw tightening as though he didn’t like where the conversation was heading.
“It’s an unusual nickname.” She needed to know more. Now that she was here with him, she could see that they’d both kept their conversations to this point light and flirty. She knew he was a Cowboys fan. He knew she’d gone to the University of Texas at Austin and managed to never actually attend a football game. They’d talked about how they’d gotten into the lifestyle and told a few stories of some of the crazy things they’d seen.
She didn’t know if he had a family. She didn’t know where he’d gotten a name like
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