[B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn by Dale Cadeau

but for the life of me can’t remember her name,” Clay said to Lance, who was keeping a close eye on a very pissed-off Cinnamon now.
    “Yes, this is my partner. Her name is Cinnamon. Angel better watch his step. I protect all my women.” Lance turned his serious blue eyes on Angel.
    “She’s your woman?” Angel walked up to Lance, looking down at him and getting into his personal space. “She doesn’t look claimed. She has no ring or wear a collar like you Doms seem to put on their woman.”
    “Back off, Angel.” Clay stepped up to the both of them. “He didn’t mean it that way. He takes care of all the women that come to this place. Any single woman in this place is always looked after by all of the Doms. Nothing is going to happen in here.”
    Angel took a step back from Lance and turned to Clay. “Well he has one less to look after. From now on that’s my job. I’m claiming her, if that’s the term that they use in here.”
    Cinnamon, with her mouth ajar, stepped in the middle of the three men. Chase just stood back like he was watching a good TV show playing out.
    “I can look after myself and you can’t claim me like I’m property. I’m not one of the subs here. Could you please all leave my office? I have to get out to the bar. They might need help.”
    Cinnamon was rattled but tried to keep her voice even. She had a strong reaction to Angel, too. But she would be damned if he thought he could own her. Walking back around her desk, she sat down and looked at the three large men standing in her small office. Suddenly, she felt smothered. They seemed to be sucking all the oxygen out of the room. She had to get them out of here before she had a panic attack. She could feel her brow getting moist with sweat. A sure sign that she would be in an all-out panic soon.
    Catching Lance’s eye, she pleaded silently with him to get them out of her office. Lance picked up the signs right away. He knew about her attacks and how she hated having people witness them.
    “Let’s leave Cinnamon alone for a while. Come, we will continue this in my office.” He held his hand up, stemming any arguments from the others, and gestured toward his office

Chapter Seven
     
    Leading the way to the door, Lance gave Clay a look as he passed him. Clay knew he meant business. Clay walked up and grabbed Angel’s arm, who still wanted to stay and lay claim, and pulled him out of the office. Chase, the last one to leave, turned to Cinnamon, winked, and told her, “You know the big guy won’t give up? I think you should take this time and prepare yourself for his full attention now that he’s found you.”
    Angel shrugged off Clay’s hold as soon as they reached Lance’s office. He seemed to come out of some stupor he had been in,
    Turning to Lance, Angel said, “That woman is the same one I met in the bar last night, I know it. Why was she dressed like that last night and in the spice side of the bar?”
    “Cyn was only dressed that way because I won’t let her in my side unless she fits in. I’ve known her all my life and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. You’re here with Clay to find the man responsible for scaring our woman. Not carrying one off for yourself.”
    Chase, who had made himself right at home in Lance’s office, slouched in a chair and said, “And now we get to the interesting part. What man are we talking about? Is this the case you were talking about at the office? What can I do to help? After all, with James on his honeymoon, I think it’s my duty to step in and take his place.”
    Clay, who had been watching the exchange between Lance and Angel, turned disbelieving eyes his way. “Like you helped us with Avery? Don’t you have some stock to watch or something? I think we have this handled. And now I have time to think. Why are you dressed up like you’re going to the opera? We told you last time not to dress in your fancy duds if you’re with us.”
    “I asked Grant about the