Dom’s ego than being a sub’s everything. He’d asked her for everything, but this wasn’t the same thing at all. In this case he was the need in a literal sense and damn, it was empowering. Scintillating. Dangerous because now that he’d got his first taste of it, he wanted more.
Much more.
Chapter Eight
David opened the library door an hour later and stopped. He’d intended to go in and invite her to lunch until he saw what she was doing. Or not doing, as she was breaking more rules by not cleaning the albums. Instead she sat on a step stool reading one of his books. From this distance he couldn’t make out the title. He’d kill to know what held her enthralled. She hadn’t even noticed him.
As quietly as he could, he stepped back into the hall and closed the door. If he’d gone through the threshold as planned, he would have had to say something about this to her and he wasn’t prepared to mete out consequences to infractions yet. Not yet.
Quickly he shot off a text to Alastair to call him and then waited. After his phone rang twice he picked up and heard his attorney say, “You rang.”
“Yes. Hi. Listen, sorry but I deleted that email you sent. What time did you say the event starts tonight?”
“Event? It’s more than that. You are the guest of honor, after all.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Time?”
“Six. I think the award’s scheduled for right after dinner. Around eight.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”
“I appreciate the offer,” David stared at the library door and smiled, “but you can sit this one out as I already have a date.”
“A date date? Since when do you mix business with pleasure?”
Since meeting Lacy Pembrook he wanted to answer, but knowing that would prolong the conversation he simply said, “Thanks, Al. I’ll be in touch.”
After he slipped his phone in his pocket, he grabbed hold of the door handle, being sure to make enough noise before he went in this time. Hopefully, Lacy had heard him and would be doing as she was asked to do instead of wandering her way through a book she shouldn’t be reading.
One deep breath later he pushed the door open and stared.
Lord give me strength…
David titled his head and took in the sight of her bent over the desk. She had bare feet with one leg on the ground and the other bent at the knee. He watched her foot, with those dark-cherry polished toenails, dance in a series of points and circles while she spoke into her cell.
“It’s not that kind of a library. I can talk.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he gently closed the door. At first he thought she was yanking his chain again. That she’d heard him but wanted to pretend she hadn’t. He was halfway to her when he realized that wasn’t the case and stopped. She was completely oblivious to him. He was sure of it. The best actress in town couldn’t pull off this kind of calm when being stalked, so it had to be real.
Wanderer.
He remembered the book she’d been reading a few minutes ago and scanned the shelves and the area around the step stool. Nothing. Turning back to her he craned his neck to see over her hunched shoulders, trying to gauge what she was doing as he saw her hand moving.
“No, I can’t guess. Tell me.”
He figured she was talking to one of her friends. Probably Jo. When he spotted her tracing a finger over the bow on the red sack, he grinned. She might be on the phone with her pal, but her thoughts weren’t one hundred percent focused on their conversation. That was a good thing. In fact he was so pleased by the discovery, he figured he’d let her finish her call before he dealt with her blowing off the task she’d been given. He wouldn’t be too hard on her, though. It was probably important and that’s why she’d taken it.
What about the book she’d been reading?
He weighed in on that and decided since she didn’t know he’d come into the room earlier there was no need to bring it up.
Much more.
Chapter Eight
David opened the library door an hour later and stopped. He’d intended to go in and invite her to lunch until he saw what she was doing. Or not doing, as she was breaking more rules by not cleaning the albums. Instead she sat on a step stool reading one of his books. From this distance he couldn’t make out the title. He’d kill to know what held her enthralled. She hadn’t even noticed him.
As quietly as he could, he stepped back into the hall and closed the door. If he’d gone through the threshold as planned, he would have had to say something about this to her and he wasn’t prepared to mete out consequences to infractions yet. Not yet.
Quickly he shot off a text to Alastair to call him and then waited. After his phone rang twice he picked up and heard his attorney say, “You rang.”
“Yes. Hi. Listen, sorry but I deleted that email you sent. What time did you say the event starts tonight?”
“Event? It’s more than that. You are the guest of honor, after all.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Time?”
“Six. I think the award’s scheduled for right after dinner. Around eight.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”
“I appreciate the offer,” David stared at the library door and smiled, “but you can sit this one out as I already have a date.”
“A date date? Since when do you mix business with pleasure?”
Since meeting Lacy Pembrook he wanted to answer, but knowing that would prolong the conversation he simply said, “Thanks, Al. I’ll be in touch.”
After he slipped his phone in his pocket, he grabbed hold of the door handle, being sure to make enough noise before he went in this time. Hopefully, Lacy had heard him and would be doing as she was asked to do instead of wandering her way through a book she shouldn’t be reading.
One deep breath later he pushed the door open and stared.
Lord give me strength…
David titled his head and took in the sight of her bent over the desk. She had bare feet with one leg on the ground and the other bent at the knee. He watched her foot, with those dark-cherry polished toenails, dance in a series of points and circles while she spoke into her cell.
“It’s not that kind of a library. I can talk.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he gently closed the door. At first he thought she was yanking his chain again. That she’d heard him but wanted to pretend she hadn’t. He was halfway to her when he realized that wasn’t the case and stopped. She was completely oblivious to him. He was sure of it. The best actress in town couldn’t pull off this kind of calm when being stalked, so it had to be real.
Wanderer.
He remembered the book she’d been reading a few minutes ago and scanned the shelves and the area around the step stool. Nothing. Turning back to her he craned his neck to see over her hunched shoulders, trying to gauge what she was doing as he saw her hand moving.
“No, I can’t guess. Tell me.”
He figured she was talking to one of her friends. Probably Jo. When he spotted her tracing a finger over the bow on the red sack, he grinned. She might be on the phone with her pal, but her thoughts weren’t one hundred percent focused on their conversation. That was a good thing. In fact he was so pleased by the discovery, he figured he’d let her finish her call before he dealt with her blowing off the task she’d been given. He wouldn’t be too hard on her, though. It was probably important and that’s why she’d taken it.
What about the book she’d been reading?
He weighed in on that and decided since she didn’t know he’d come into the room earlier there was no need to bring it up.
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