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the computer. “Not too far. Tested her limits is all. Tonight we've got another scene planned, and I'll push her a little more.” He gestured toward the computer with a curious gaze. “Who is that?"
"A submissive I was with last night."
Kole leaned forward, examined Marley's picture, then whistled. “Just your type of woman—sweet and sexy. You think she's a keeper?"
Reed knew Kole would also understand the need to find one's own submissive. Even Kole, after all these years, hadn't found a submissive to claim as his. “We both know finding forever is highly unlikely."
Kole eyes went huge before he arched an eyebrow. “If I didn't know you better, I might think you were sulking."
Reed scowled. “I'm not sulking. More pissed at myself. I up and left her last night immediately after the scene."
"You didn't offer her aftercare?” Kole asked, a bite in each word.
The reprimand was justified—what he'd done was reprehensible. “I have no idea what fucking happened. We shared an amazing scene together; the woman is a born submissive, but then I panicked and ran like a damn coward."
Kole paused before he gave Reed a measured look. “Is she worth your pride?"
Marley had awakened a part of him that he'd thought long dead. She made him break the walls around his heart, and she left an impression on him he couldn't forget. “She is worth so much more.” The entirety of the situation smacked into his thick head, past the pain of his damaged heart, because Marley was worth the risk. “I have to go to her and apologize."
Kole looked at him as if he were a complete idiot. “I would say that you do."
Reed deserved the harsh expression and, in fact, agreed with Kole. He had been a fool. After a short good-bye, he strode out of the house, got into his truck, and entered the GPS coordinates of the address he remembered from Marley's waiver. Baltimore streets flew by Reed's window while he drove at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
Half an hour had passed before he pulled up outside the red brick, two-story house. He cut the ignition and waited. His damned fears had caused him to run away, and he felt ashamed for how he'd treated Marley. He needed to apologize to her, and he wouldn't call to issue an apology over the telephone; he had to rectify what he'd done face-to-face. More than anything, he needed to explain himself to her.
Reed got out of his truck, closed the door behind him, and approached the house. It was around ten in the morning, and typical traffic filled the area—families out for walks with their dogs, people off to enjoy a sunny winter Sunday morning with their children.
Family.
The idea had never appealed to Reed—he'd not once thought himself capable of being a family man who would settle down enough to have such dreams. Now everything had changed—Marley had changed it all for him, and for the first time in so long, he had hope.
At the front door, he inhaled deep to prepare himself and hoped his thoughts came out clear and concise. He knocked, and footsteps barreled to the door before it opened to a pretty woman. Typical bleach-blonde bombshell, not his type and certainly not Marley. For a moment, Reed wondered if he had the wrong house. “Does Marley live here?"
The woman's eyes became suspicious as a protective note rose in their depths. “And you would be?"
"Reed.” Those suspicious eyes flashed with total shock, and her lips parted to speak, yet nothing came out but a squeak. He stood for a few seconds, unsure of her reaction, but soon realized she needed a little help to move on. “Is she available?"
"Well...er...” The woman opened the door wider, and it gave Reed a view of the living room where Marley sat on the couch with two other women, all staring blank-faced at him.
Understanding hit him—these were Marley's best friends, the ones she'd spoken of when they first met. Clearly she had told them of the events last night, and his arrival floored them. He chuckled,
"A submissive I was with last night."
Kole leaned forward, examined Marley's picture, then whistled. “Just your type of woman—sweet and sexy. You think she's a keeper?"
Reed knew Kole would also understand the need to find one's own submissive. Even Kole, after all these years, hadn't found a submissive to claim as his. “We both know finding forever is highly unlikely."
Kole eyes went huge before he arched an eyebrow. “If I didn't know you better, I might think you were sulking."
Reed scowled. “I'm not sulking. More pissed at myself. I up and left her last night immediately after the scene."
"You didn't offer her aftercare?” Kole asked, a bite in each word.
The reprimand was justified—what he'd done was reprehensible. “I have no idea what fucking happened. We shared an amazing scene together; the woman is a born submissive, but then I panicked and ran like a damn coward."
Kole paused before he gave Reed a measured look. “Is she worth your pride?"
Marley had awakened a part of him that he'd thought long dead. She made him break the walls around his heart, and she left an impression on him he couldn't forget. “She is worth so much more.” The entirety of the situation smacked into his thick head, past the pain of his damaged heart, because Marley was worth the risk. “I have to go to her and apologize."
Kole looked at him as if he were a complete idiot. “I would say that you do."
Reed deserved the harsh expression and, in fact, agreed with Kole. He had been a fool. After a short good-bye, he strode out of the house, got into his truck, and entered the GPS coordinates of the address he remembered from Marley's waiver. Baltimore streets flew by Reed's window while he drove at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
Half an hour had passed before he pulled up outside the red brick, two-story house. He cut the ignition and waited. His damned fears had caused him to run away, and he felt ashamed for how he'd treated Marley. He needed to apologize to her, and he wouldn't call to issue an apology over the telephone; he had to rectify what he'd done face-to-face. More than anything, he needed to explain himself to her.
Reed got out of his truck, closed the door behind him, and approached the house. It was around ten in the morning, and typical traffic filled the area—families out for walks with their dogs, people off to enjoy a sunny winter Sunday morning with their children.
Family.
The idea had never appealed to Reed—he'd not once thought himself capable of being a family man who would settle down enough to have such dreams. Now everything had changed—Marley had changed it all for him, and for the first time in so long, he had hope.
At the front door, he inhaled deep to prepare himself and hoped his thoughts came out clear and concise. He knocked, and footsteps barreled to the door before it opened to a pretty woman. Typical bleach-blonde bombshell, not his type and certainly not Marley. For a moment, Reed wondered if he had the wrong house. “Does Marley live here?"
The woman's eyes became suspicious as a protective note rose in their depths. “And you would be?"
"Reed.” Those suspicious eyes flashed with total shock, and her lips parted to speak, yet nothing came out but a squeak. He stood for a few seconds, unsure of her reaction, but soon realized she needed a little help to move on. “Is she available?"
"Well...er...” The woman opened the door wider, and it gave Reed a view of the living room where Marley sat on the couch with two other women, all staring blank-faced at him.
Understanding hit him—these were Marley's best friends, the ones she'd spoken of when they first met. Clearly she had told them of the events last night, and his arrival floored them. He chuckled,
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