“True. I’m just saying you need to proceed with caution. Clarissa’s one of the good ones. She’s got a big heart and she’s looking for something the right Dom will be able to cherish. I just wanted you to know what you were up against.”
“I appreciate the warning.”
With that, the call disconnected, and I glanced down at the file once more. I flipped it open and scanned the few things that I had expected to be checked off as limits. Soft limits if nothing else.
Drumming my fingers on the desk, I considered what I was up against.
I knew Xander was right. I would have to proceed with caution.
My eyes slid to Troy, and an image of the two of them kneeling before me danced through my brain.
It was going to get interesting, no doubt.
But proceed I would.
Troy
XANDER BOONE, REAL ESTATE MOGUL.
That was the man my boss just finished speaking with.
I had met Xander twice since I’d started working for Trent, both times in regard to some property Trent was investing in. I’d never had a lengthy conversation with the man, but I knew enough about him to know he and Trent were relatively good friends. I’d seen them together, and unlike with most people he interacted with, my boss wasn’t usually on the defensive with the man.
That hadn’t been the case on this phone call, though.
I could tell it was a personal conversation, nothing related to business, and it was interesting to listen to him. It was even more interesting to see Trent eyeing me as he spoke. In the three years I’d been working for him, I’d never seen Trent look at me like … that. I wasn’t even sure how to describe it but there was a significant amount of … hmmm, I’d say interest, maybe?
And no, I wasn’t thinking the guy was all hot for me simply because I’d proven to him that I would go to my knees at a simple command. But I knew a curious man when I saw one.
One thing I did know for sure was that my boss had a thing for Clarissa Tinsley, the obvious subject of their conversation. Based on his words, along with the way he’d been looking at her in that video, it was clear he was interested in her. The sort of interested that had a man’s body going rock hard as his mind conjured up some naughty images.
Yet every time he said her name during the call, Trent’s eyes had met mine.
Or … maybe I was completely delusional, and I was only imagining that he was looking at me like he was including me in those dirty thoughts.
When I thought about it rationally, I knew there was no way that was the case. Trent Ramsey did not like dudes. I knew it deep down, but I still couldn’t stop the fantasy.
Not that I would ever act on that. I wasn’t an idiot. I enjoyed working for Trent. He wasn’t the hard-ass everyone claimed him to be, even if he did want things his way. Plus, he’d put up with a lot of shit from me. Especially recently. No way would I do anything that could possibly jeopardize my employment even if I secretly wished it could happen.
When Trent finally looked up from the papers he was reviewing, I turned my attention to him and that was when our eyes met. Once again, he was staring at me as though he was thinking something … dirty.
Yeah. Right. Okay. I think it was safe to say I needed a good night’s sleep. Whatever tricks my brain was playing on me needed to stop. He was probably not even looking at me at all. He was likely zoned out while thinking about Clarissa.
When he pushed to his feet, I sat up straight, ready to follow.
“Let me put this up, and we’ll head out.”
“Sure.”
I followed him into the hall. Trent closed and locked his office door before slipping into another office, only to return a minute later. He was carrying a folder, only this one didn’t appear to have much in it.
“Do you know what limits are?” he asked as he pulled the door closed and locked it.
“I’ve heard of them,” I admitted, that strange twinge in my gut returning. Excitement, maybe?
When he turned, Trent handed me the folder. “I want you to fill out the list. It’s regarding what you’re willing to do or not do as far as BDSM is concerned. Take your time, though. There’s no rush.”
My eyebrows shot up, but I took the folder. “Is this a requirement to allow me into the club?”
“No.” He didn’t elaborate, and I opted to let the subject drop.
Trent started walking but it took a few seconds longer for my feet to get with the program. I hurried to catch up. Once everything was secured, we were heading back to the garage where he’d parked his car.
