God, I hoped so.
“Did it turn you on?” he asked, his voice soft as he leaned in.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breathy.
“Yet you declared the office unsuitable for play, did you not?”
Okay, so he wasn’t forgiving me. He was going to hold that against me forever. Not that I blamed him. The way I’d treated him had been horrible. He hadn’t deserved it.
“I didn’t mean it,” I confessed.
“Too late for that,” he stated firmly. “You made your intentions clear. Therefore, Mr. Parker and I have deemed you off-limits to us. Permanently.”
“What?” Oh, my God. No.
“Is that not what you said the other day? That the office was for business only?”
“I did,” I admitted. “But I didn’t mean it. I was…angry.”
“At me?”
“No.”
“Then why did you take it out on me?”
Good question.
I swallowed hard.
He stepped back and I found myself staring back at him, wishing like hell he’d do something to relieve this ache that had built between my legs. I didn’t move, although I wanted to grab him and pull him to me.
I knew better. He’d said what he had to say. I had fucked everything up and he wasn’t going to allow me to fix it.
“I think you owe Langston and Luci an apology.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to tell them I was watching?”
“I do.” He said it simply, as though that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that could happen to me. “And I want you to apologize.”
“I…” Nodding, I opted to accept my punishment. “I’ll apologize to them.”
“I insist on being there when you do.”
Another nod. “Okay.”
“And tonight, I’ll make sure you get your fix. Perhaps that’ll rectify your need to spy on your co-workers.”
Okay, so that sounded promising.
Wait. “But I have to work at the club tonight.” I had traded nights with another submissive because she was going to see her mother.
“I know.” His voice lowered an octave when he spoke. “Tonight, when you’re working, I want you to find me and Mr. Parker when we scene. I want to see you right in the front, watching everything.”
Knowing you can’t join in. He hadn’t said that, but I could see it in his eyes. This was his way of punishing me, pushing me away the way I’d done to him.
“Since you enjoy watching and all…”
I nodded.
Without another word, Mr. Snowden tilted his chin toward the door dismissively. “That’ll be all.”
I walked out of his office, attempting to draw air into my lungs, my heart beating rapidly.
Although nothing had changed between us—I was still on his bad side—there was a twinge of hope that sparked to life. He was including me tonight, even if I was relegated to being on the outside looking in.
Still, for the first time in a really long time, I was looking forward to going to the club.
*
At eight o’clock, I was walking into the club with Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker. As they’d said they would, they escorted me to work in Mr. Parker’s Audi. Usually, Mr. Parker didn’t go with us, but clearly they had an agenda tonight.
My thoughts drifted back to that afternoon. I’d sucked it up and apologized to Langston and Luci for observing what had been an intimate moment between them. Not surprisingly, neither of them had been offended. In fact, I was the one who was surprised when Langston admitted to knowing I was there.
“My job as Luci’s Dom is to protect her,” Langston had explained. “You think I don’t pay attention? That I wouldn’t ensure her safety wherever we are?”
Yeah. I had thought that. But it made sense, and once again, I’d found myself envying her, knowing that she was well taken care of by the men who loved her.
“I’m sorry for intruding, Mr. Moore. I was out of line.”
He had then smiled, pulling Luci in close to his side. “Trust me when I say we don’t mind being watched.”
I had glanced at Luci and noticed the passion glazing her eyes.
Yeah, I definitely envied her.
The drive to the club was quiet, but I could feel my anticipation growing. I was eager to watch Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker play, desperate to see them together, hoping against hope that they were extending an olive branch. I had fucked up, but I was more than willing to atone for it. I didn’t want things to continue the way they were, with them keeping me at arm’s length.
It only took a few minutes for us to get through the check-in process, handing over our membership cards so they could be scanned, then stepping into the room where Jeff, the on-duty submissive, checked to ensure we weren’t carrying cell phones or cameras.
Once we were inside the club proper, I turned to go to the locker room so I could get changed.
“Hold on, Addison,” Mr. Parker said as he grabbed my wrist.
Not once since my argument with Mr. Snowden had either of them addressed me with a pet name. And it appeared they still weren’t going to do that.
