Jane’s smile widened. “Any chance you’re seeking employment at Chatter PR?”
“As a matter of fact…” I cocked my head to the side, tried to read Jane’s mind, to no avail. “I have an interview with Zeke on Monday.”
I’d learned a long time ago that the clubs were a gossip mill. Word spread fast, and although I hadn’t officially taken a position with Chatter PR, I was entertaining the notion thanks to Edge giving me a good reference. Since Jane was employed by Chatter also, she evidently had a direct hotline to the information.
“I think he might’ve mentioned that. Good luck.” Jane chuckled. “He’s hired two others and they seem to be working out, but I think he’s looking for someone to manage them.”
“He having an issue?”
Jane shook her head, causing her long onyx hair, pulled back in a sleek tail, to slip smoothly over her shoulder. “Not at all. You know how he is. Zeke doesn’t like people.” She laughed. “But we’ve advised them of Zeke’s…” She tapped one blood-red nail on her lower lip. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Idiosyncrasies?”
“Ah, yes. That’s a good one.” Her eyes glittered. “They’re adapting.” Jane nodded toward the far side of the room, her black bangs swaying, then falling back into place as she did. “I assume you’re looking for Edge?”
Jane Fellows had an uncanny ability to read me like a book. I wasn’t sure why that was, and I’d long ago stopped questioning it.
“I am.”
Her gaze shot toward the stairs. “I saw him go down a few minutes ago.”
“To the dungeon, huh?” I asked, my interest piquing. “Work or play?”
“Considering he’s got a guest tonight, I’m thinking play might be on the agenda.” Jane’s tone reflected something that sounded a lot like amusement.
“Training class?”
“Nope. But she’s definitely a newbie.”
“Is that right?”
The glimmer in Jane’s gray eyes hinted at something mischievous. “You might know her.”
That sounded promising. “Who is she?”
Jane’s red-slicked lips curled up, her white teeth flashing. “Zeke Lautner’s sister, Jamie.”
Oh, hell.
I frowned. “And what the fuck is Edge doin’ with her?” I lowered my voice, realizing my Texas was showing. “Does he have a death wish?”
Jane chuckled. “Believe it or not, cowboy, he’s showing her around at Zeke’s request.”
I didn’t know Zeke well, but I’d consider him an acquaintance. Being a Master here at the club, I didn’t have to befriend a member to know quite a few details about one. For instance, I knew for a fact that Zeke Lautner was extremely protective when it came to his little sister.
“Did Zeke hit his head?”
Jane chuckled. “That’s exactly what I wondered at first.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stairs as I imagined what might possibly be taking place down there. “Well, color me intrigued,” I said beneath my breath.
Jane laughed, clearly hearing me. “I won’t keep you any longer. Good luck.”
Luck was my middle fucking name, but I didn’t need to tell Jane that. Most people who knew me knew that. I worked hard and played harder, but there was no doubt some higher power had me in their sights. Otherwise I wouldn’t have made it this far in life.
I didn’t waste time as I worked my way down to the dungeon, greeting a few people I hadn’t seen in quite some time. The second my feet hit the polished concrete floor, I stopped, my eyes locked on the scene before me, and it did not include the woman strapped to the spanking bench.
I saw Edge first.
His wide, muscled back was to me, but there was no mistaking the tattoo inked just below his hairline—the familiar BDSM symbol, which was a derivation of a triskelion shape within a circle—or the bulge of his shoulders, the ass encased in leather pants, or the way he stood with his legs spread wide. He was a mountain of a man, an alpha everyone in this club looked up to.
I took a moment to admire him, a treat I rarely had the opportunity to indulge in these days. It wasn’t something I tended to do in public. Not because I was ashamed of my attraction to the man. No, I tended to keep my interest on the DL for the sole reason that I was a Dominant, and it wasn’t within the norm for one Dom to want another. Which meant my overwhelming desire for him was something I kept to myself. Always. I was fairly certain Edge knew I was interested, perhaps he’d even entertained the idea a time or two, but as of yet, we hadn’t explored that avenue.
One day.
Maybe.
Edge shifted and I caught a quick glimpse of his guest. Standing there in a wickedly hot corset and boy shorts was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin. Just looking at her, you wouldn’t guess she was related to Zeke, but I knew she had to be because Edge was guarding her like his life depended on it.
