the phone and there had been no Bridget page.
She couldn’t remember her own sister’s cell but she’d known Flynn’s. She’d stared at his stupid number on her phone after he’d given it to her and somehow it had imprinted on her brain. He’d been the only number she could remember. She’d felt so dumb when she’d called him, but he’d been a trooper.
His eyes narrowed as he led her inside. “Yes, we’ll have a talk about that in the morning.”
“Talk about what? Oh, is this a Dom thing? You’re using your Dom voice on me.” It was a deep, rich voice that he only seemed to find when they were at the club or when she made the mistake of opening her own car door. That was a no-no for Flynn.
“Yes, it’s a Dom thing. We have a contract. Do you remember what that contract states very plainly?”
She searched her memory. They’d gone over contracts on the first night and then the second class, she and Flynn had negotiated one of their own. It had been super fun. Just watching the man try to figure out how to ask about water sports had been more than enough reason to do the entire class. He’d seemed relieved that she wasn’t into getting peed on as an aphrodisiac. She’d thought about drawing it out but decided it would be best to be honest. So what was he upset about tonight?
He’d been a perfect gentleman. He’d shown up at the ER and taken care of absolutely everything. He’d talked to her sister—after calling around and figuring out what her number was. Then he’d dealt with her brother-in-law, who had shown up in scrubs and intimidated all his ER peeps. Will had called Flynn out to the hallway where they’d seemed to have some Dom to Dom discussion about her care that had ended up with her here.
At least now she understood how Flynn was connected to Sanctum. He was Mitch Bradford’s half brother. Mitch had been the lawyer who made sure the vote on the night of her wedding had been by the books. He’d been so different from Flynn. When Flynn wasn’t a jealous ass, he was ridiculously sweet and attentive.
Now, though, he looked very stern. Unfortunately, it looked damn fine on him. He was all dominant and masculine. Very authoritative. He would make a stern teacher to play schoolgirl with.
Mr. Flynn, I seem to have forgotten my homework. And my underwear.
“Yes, it’s a Dom thing. Our contract states plainly that you are to call me if you find yourself in need or in trouble. You are to ensure that you’re out of danger. If you need to call the police, you can do that first, but after the immediate threat is over, I’m the first person you contact.”
“I thought that was if I was like being stalked or got mugged or something. The text dude wasn’t threatening after the accident. I think he peed his pants a little.”
There were times when it was obvious he didn’t find her sarcasm charming. “You could have been killed. So we’re going to have a serious discussion about that infraction, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to go and take a shower and I’m going to order Chinese food, and then we’re going to sit on the couch and watch TV and I’m going to calm down. Stay here and I’ll get things started for you.”
He stalked toward the back of the condo.
He might be more upset than she was. She’d been scared when she’d realized she was out of control, but then she’d been okay. She’d talked to the driver of the other vehicle and made sure everything was all right with him. She’d done what she normally did. She’d taken control of the situation in a calm and reasonable fashion.
Flynn had shown up and taken care of her when she’d been hurting and scared. He’d rushed into her ER room and he’d taken her hand in his and she’d known she could relax.
It had been a rough week, but when she’d needed him, he’d been there.
Maybe it was time to reassess their situation. Since the first night he’d shown absolutely no signs of being a nasty prick. Had
She couldn’t remember her own sister’s cell but she’d known Flynn’s. She’d stared at his stupid number on her phone after he’d given it to her and somehow it had imprinted on her brain. He’d been the only number she could remember. She’d felt so dumb when she’d called him, but he’d been a trooper.
His eyes narrowed as he led her inside. “Yes, we’ll have a talk about that in the morning.”
“Talk about what? Oh, is this a Dom thing? You’re using your Dom voice on me.” It was a deep, rich voice that he only seemed to find when they were at the club or when she made the mistake of opening her own car door. That was a no-no for Flynn.
“Yes, it’s a Dom thing. We have a contract. Do you remember what that contract states very plainly?”
She searched her memory. They’d gone over contracts on the first night and then the second class, she and Flynn had negotiated one of their own. It had been super fun. Just watching the man try to figure out how to ask about water sports had been more than enough reason to do the entire class. He’d seemed relieved that she wasn’t into getting peed on as an aphrodisiac. She’d thought about drawing it out but decided it would be best to be honest. So what was he upset about tonight?
He’d been a perfect gentleman. He’d shown up at the ER and taken care of absolutely everything. He’d talked to her sister—after calling around and figuring out what her number was. Then he’d dealt with her brother-in-law, who had shown up in scrubs and intimidated all his ER peeps. Will had called Flynn out to the hallway where they’d seemed to have some Dom to Dom discussion about her care that had ended up with her here.
At least now she understood how Flynn was connected to Sanctum. He was Mitch Bradford’s half brother. Mitch had been the lawyer who made sure the vote on the night of her wedding had been by the books. He’d been so different from Flynn. When Flynn wasn’t a jealous ass, he was ridiculously sweet and attentive.
Now, though, he looked very stern. Unfortunately, it looked damn fine on him. He was all dominant and masculine. Very authoritative. He would make a stern teacher to play schoolgirl with.
Mr. Flynn, I seem to have forgotten my homework. And my underwear.
“Yes, it’s a Dom thing. Our contract states plainly that you are to call me if you find yourself in need or in trouble. You are to ensure that you’re out of danger. If you need to call the police, you can do that first, but after the immediate threat is over, I’m the first person you contact.”
“I thought that was if I was like being stalked or got mugged or something. The text dude wasn’t threatening after the accident. I think he peed his pants a little.”
There were times when it was obvious he didn’t find her sarcasm charming. “You could have been killed. So we’re going to have a serious discussion about that infraction, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to go and take a shower and I’m going to order Chinese food, and then we’re going to sit on the couch and watch TV and I’m going to calm down. Stay here and I’ll get things started for you.”
He stalked toward the back of the condo.
He might be more upset than she was. She’d been scared when she’d realized she was out of control, but then she’d been okay. She’d talked to the driver of the other vehicle and made sure everything was all right with him. She’d done what she normally did. She’d taken control of the situation in a calm and reasonable fashion.
Flynn had shown up and taken care of her when she’d been hurting and scared. He’d rushed into her ER room and he’d taken her hand in his and she’d known she could relax.
It had been a rough week, but when she’d needed him, he’d been there.
Maybe it was time to reassess their situation. Since the first night he’d shown absolutely no signs of being a nasty prick. Had
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