Page 38 of Lies You Told
I laugh down the phone. “Don’t act like you weren’t screaming with enjoyment last night.”
“True.”
“I’ve booked us in at the club tonight.”
I must have grabbed her attention because the clicking of her keyboard in the background stopped.
“Public or private?” she asks.
I had planned on something public to show everyone she’s mine, but I can’t yet, not when I’m still getting a handle on her needs. “Private, this time.” I hope she hears that I’m not trying to hide her away. We’ll be doing enough of that in every other part of our life. I don’t want us to be hiding there too.
“Private sounds good, Sir.”
I swallow, closing my eyes, fighting back the memories of the last time I heard that word out of her mouth last night.
“I’ll meet you there. A package is on its way to your office now. I want you to wear that when I see you tonight. On your knees, in the club.”
“I’ll make sure my assistant stops screening my packages then,” I hear the amusement in her voice. Why didn’t I think of that?
“For the foreseeable future, I think that might be a good idea.”
“Promises, promises, Mr. Hill.”
“I haven’t heard you complain yet.”
“I need to go. My client is waiting for me.”
“See you later. Remember, don’t cum!” I say as I hang up the phone before she can hit me back with another one of her comebacks.
It’s been a long time since a woman has had this much of a hold on my mind, but none of my drive has gone. The opposite, actually. I get so much work done in the afternoon that I’m ready to leave the office before six. The first time this has happened since I started working here a few weeks ago.
Ablack town car pulls up outside my building, and I get inside. Navigating Manhattan in a car requires a skill that I'm in no rush to take on. That’s the biggest difference from my move. I’ve not driven my sports car in weeks.
As the driver gets me to the club, I pull out my phone. I’ve not heard from Chloe since our call, not that I was expecting to, but I don’t know how she reacted to my present. I can’t wait to see her wearing it.
The car pulls into the underground parking before security opens my door, and I’m let into the building. This is my preferred way of entering the club. I’m also hoping Chloe will let me sneak her out this way later. Walking up the flight of stairs, my mind runs to Chloe. I hope she was as excited and on edge as she was earlier.
I see Kieran at the end of the bar with Jacob, and they nod my way. “Hey,” I say, shaking hands with them both. “Water,” I say to the girl behind the bar.
Jacob and Kieran share a look, but I ignore it for the moment. I’m still trying to get a read on Kieran and Chloe. Do they have a past? If so, how far in the past? Then there was the mention of him going with her to Greyson’s charity gala next weekend.
“Put him out of his misery.”
I turn to Jacob–am I that transparent?
“But it was fun.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Jacob says, glaring at his friend. Jacob is a great club manager, but he’s an even better Dom. What he’s doing right now is giving Kieran his ‘I’m not impressed, Dom’ look.
“We’ve never dated. I wanted to, though.” That is all Kieran says before he smiles at me as he pats me on the back and heads toward the changing rooms.
Doms are not required to change unless they want to. I’ve never been into the whole leather thing. For the subs, if they are ‘playing,’ then fet-wear or underwear is expected.
I put my hand in my pocket and feel my last surprise for Chloe for the night. They will look amazing paired with the gift I sent her earlier.
“Is she here yet?” I ask Jacob.
“Yeah, I’m guessing she’s almost ready.”
