Page 147 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“God, no.” His eyes dropped. “Okay, maybe. But I didn’t mean to. I’m just confused. I’m still trying to figure out how this works.”
Sliding my hand into his hair once more, I gripped firmly, then pulled back, forcing him to look at me. “It works the way we want it to work. The three of us make the decision on that. No one else. Does that clear it up for you?”
He nodded, but I could tell there wasn’t much conviction behind his answer.
“Let’s take this one day at a time, Troy. There’s no reason to make it harder than it is. You can call me whatever you’d like. As I said, the only time I expect you to refer to me as Master is when we’re playing or in the club. I’ve earned that respect from all submissives and I expect it. Any other time, I want you to do what’s most comfortable for you.”
He was staring into my eyes as though trying to read between the lines. Considering I’d never been the type to mince words, I hoped he didn’t look too long or too hard because he wasn’t going to find anything other than the truth.
“Now, how about that coffee?”
“It’d be my pleasure … Master.”
I smiled because I loved the way that sounded coming from him. I wasn’t in denial when it came to what I was feeling for Troy. No, I’d never had feelings for another man. No, I’d never been sexually attracted to another man. That didn’t mean this was a passing fancy on my part. Whatever I felt, it was real, and it was potent.
Troy stood, but before he turned, I grabbed his wrist and got to my feet.
“You forgot to greet me appropriately when you woke up.”
To ensure he understood what I deemed appropriate, I jerked him to me and crushed my mouth to his.
After all, I didn’t want there to be any questions left unanswered.
Troy
THE NEXT TWO WEEKS PASSED so quickly I briefly wondered where the time went. Clarissa, Master, and I had spent time together and not only on a physical level, although there had been quite a bit of that, too. However, we’d spent hours talking, laughing, teasing. Of course, it wasn’t always fun and games. Master had wanted to address some of the bigger issues such as our individual concerns about how a relationship of this caliber worked.
I wouldn’t have traded a single minute of the time we’d spent together.
Due to the fact Master had quite a bit of business to attend to, we had left Chicago to go back to Dallas. Only this time, we didn’t take Zeke along with us. He stayed back so he could take care of his real job while Ransom stood sentry over both Clarissa and me. Master had only agreed once Clarissa assured him she would stay with us for the time being.
Let me just say, spending that much time naked was not for the faint of heart. Anytime we were at home, Master insisted we were both naked. It had taken some time to get used to, but about a week in, I had a pretty good understanding of what it would be like to live in a nudist colony. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t eager to move to one.
Then again, it did make for some erotic meals. Master had taken advantage of every opportunity. And I damn sure couldn’t complain since I’d had the pleasure of seeing Clarissa’s sweet little ass sans clothes for most of that time as well.
Which made this moment seem almost ironic since we were standing in Clarissa’s closet—she’d commandeered one of the upstairs bedrooms for her things—while she panicked over what she wanted to pack.
Since Master had convinced her to stay with him, Clarissa’s only negotiation had been him allowing her to have some of her things. The man had hired a company to bring the contents of her storage unit. All of it. So, there were some random couches and tables shoved into one of the garage’s empty bays, while her clothes and personal items had taken up residence in this bedroom.
“I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear,” she said hurriedly as she darted back over to the closet.
I followed her only to wind up standing back by the bed when she did an abrupt U-turn. Her suitcase was laid out, but all her clothes were tossed haphazardly on the bed, because she was still trying to figure it out.
“If you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them,” she said, her tone frantic.
I was suddenly thankful Master had asked me to help her pack. Clarissa would provide a good distraction for a little while. After all, she wasn’t the only one panicking.
Turned out, we were heading back to Chicago and this time it was only partially business. Tuesday through Thursday would be all about Chatter PR and the up-and-coming talent agency. And then Friday night we would be going to Dichotomy to experience the first lock-in in club history. Evidently, this was a big deal. Since this club was at capacity, it was a huge undertaking. There were meals to be delivered, sessions to be monitored, people to be watched.
