Page 127 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
His gaze lifted. “Master, did you want me to call Clarissa? See if she wants to go?”
My chest ached at the mere mention of her name. “No. She’s made her decision. If she changes her mind, she’ll call me.” Maybe I was being stubborn about it, but for now, that was the only way I knew to handle the situation. Clarissa wasn’t the sort of woman who could be persuaded to do anything she didn’t want to do.
Not that I intended to let her walk away forever, but I would give her the space she needed to think it through. I hadn’t pulled any punches with her last night, and while she had argued profusely, I knew on some level, she knew I spoke the truth.
And to be honest, I didn’t want the submissive she’d turned into. I wanted the submissive I knew was hiding beneath all the layers she’d built around herself.
“Okay, then,” he said, his eyes dropping to his iPad once more. “The jet’s fueled and ready. We can leave in two hours if you’d like.”
“That works.” With a fresh cup of coffee, I headed for my office. Before sitting down, I grabbed the remote and clicked on the television.
“We’ve got some additional information regarding Trent Ramsey’s personal life. You might remember we were the first to inform you that his personal assistant moved into his Dallas home with him last week. And now it would appear he’s also seeing someone else. Her name is Clarissa Tinsley, a contract lawyer from the Dallas area.”
Son of a bitch.
I stared at the screen, and sure enough, there was a picture of Clarissa. It must’ve been one they’d found online because I didn’t recognize it. Probably from her time at the law firm. Her hair was longer now.
“We caught a glimpse of the couple leaving Clarissa’s home for a fundraiser last Thursday night. Since then, she’s been seen coming and going from Trent’s Dallas home, as well as Dichotomy, the BDSM club he owns in downtown.”
Fucking shit.
My phone rang from my desk and I peered down at the screen to see Zeke’s name.
“What’s up, Zeke?”
“We’ve got a problem, boss man.”
I sat up straight, my breath pinned somewhere between my lungs and my mouth.
“I took Clarissa to see Mercedes this morning. When we got back, I noticed her front door had been kicked in. Nothing appears to be missing, but it’s obvious someone was rummaging through her things.”
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
“The cops are on the way, but I thought it’d be best to let you know.”
“Thanks. Let me know what they say.”
“Will do.”
“And Zeke?”
“Yeah, boss man?”
“It’s probably best if she doesn’t stay there. She’s welcome to come here, but…”
“Yeah. I doubt that’s going to be first on her list.”
“I didn’t think so. Let me know where you take her.”
“Yep.”
The call disconnected.
“Troy!”
“Yes, Master?” A second later, he appeared in my office doorway just as my cell phone started ringing again.
I reached for it.
“Get Christian Biggs on the phone for me.” While he was a homicide detective and there wasn’t a dead body, he was the only person I could think to call who might have the means to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Of course.” He instantly grabbed his cell phone and started to dial.
I answered my phone.
“Hey, Xander,” I said by way of greeting. I had a feeling I knew why he was calling.
“We’ve got a problem, Trent.”
“If it has to do with Clarissa and the break-in, I’m already on it.”
“This sounds eerily similar to what happened to Troy, Trent.”
Yeah, it did. And that was what worried me.
“Mercedes is on the phone with her now. I think she’s heading over to her mother’s house,” Xander stated.
While I wanted to intervene, to insist Clarissa come to me, I knew I couldn’t do that. I had to settle for knowing she was safe. For now.
“All right. Zeke’s gonna stay with her,” I informed him. “And I’m calling Christian. I’ll see if he can look into this.”
“I assume it’s a stalker,” Xander said.
“That’s my thought as well. I thought she was moving into Mercedes’s old condo?”
“That’s the plan, but until I can increase security in the building, I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now.”
“Is there a problem?”
“Other than the nosy fucking paparazzo who managed to make it up to my floor a few hours ago? No.”
Son of a bitch.
“Let me know what you find out from Christian.”
I didn’t bother with a response before disconnecting and taking the phone from Troy. “Hey, Christian.”
“What’s up, man?”
“I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
I explained the situation with Clarissa and informed Christian about the repeated break-ins at Troy’s apartment. “I’m not expecting you to do anything, but I thought you might know someone who could help.”
“I’ll look into it personally,” he said firmly. “Once I have some info, I’ll let you know.”
