wanted to laugh, but he knew how sensitive Alistair was about being ignored so he held himself in check. “What’s this about the boathouse? I thought we’d be staying in the mansion.”
“No can do. Inspections aren’t completed and besides, without security there’s no legal way around staying overnight at the place. The boathouse works because it’s deeded to you personally. So knock yourself out.”
“I was counting on staying in one of the suites.”
Alistair blanched. “With her? No way.”
Buzz.
Alistair held up one hand and pressed the intercom button with the other. “Yes?”
“Zach Jones is here to see you.”
“I wasn’t expecting him.”
“No sir. He’s here because the woman you had him serve got him fired and he wants to speak to you about a possible case against his company.”
“Give me a minute and then send him in.”
“Is this the guy who served Colin?”
“Sure is. Fuck. I’ve had Zach processing clients of mine on the side for five years. Five years and his boss was never the wiser.” He shook his head. “I wonder how she knew where to find him? She’s trouble, E. And she’s just cost me a grand a month. Shit. I’m telling you. You better stay away from her.”
Ethan left Alistair’s office feeling more alive than he’d felt in years. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been anticipating spending time with a woman he intended to train. He agreed with his friend too. Colin was trouble, just the kind of trouble he needed to pull himself out of this lackluster funk he’d been in for over a year.
Pausing before he engaged his car in reverse, he thought about her. She was going to be a handful, but he didn’t mind. Hell, who was he trying to kid, he was looking forward to handling her, big-time. Guiding her in her metamorphosis. Calming her restless spirit. That was the challenge. The hill to climb and the site to claim. Sure she needed to be cracked open. Explored. Plundered the way he knew she secretly craved to be, but more than that she needed guidance and understanding. She needed…
Him.
His every thought over the last few weeks had been how he would accomplish this for her. She wasn’t some seasoned sub looking to go to the next level. She was a woman walking on a tightrope. One who’d been forced to shore up her defenses and deny her deepest desires because she’d been wounded. Hell, everyone had scars but hers were fresh and raw, he got that. He had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to scare her, yet he wouldn’t coddle her either. Just like her tightrope, he’d have to walk a fine line if he hoped to get her to surrender to him. Yeah, he liked the thought of that.
She’d be on her knees. Naked and waiting for his attention. Her hair would be down and her lips parted. With shoulders back and breasts thrust forward she’d eye the shine on his shoes. Anticipating his touch or directive. He didn’t intend to go easy on her. If she wanted what he had to give she was going to have to work for it. He’d learned long ago that anything easily acquired was never truly appreciated.
And he would be appreciated.
Trill.
When his phone went off a second time he answered it. “Hey, Ted.”
“Hi. I just got a call from Alistair.”
He wasn’t even out of the parking lot and the guy was sticking his nose in things that didn’t concern him.
“He says you were hoping to score a suite at The Carlyn for you and The Iron Lady.”
Ethan wasn’t going to tell him to quit calling her shit like that because it would only make him do it more. “So?”
“You’re not planning on Topping her, are you? She’s straitlaced conventional and Roman Catholic to boot. You don’t want to fuck with that combination. Trust me. If you don’t have the wrath of ‘good’ citizens coming down on your depraved head, you’ll have fire and brimstone to deal with.”
Ethan bit back a sigh. “I can’t imagine you called me just to discuss social and religious
“No can do. Inspections aren’t completed and besides, without security there’s no legal way around staying overnight at the place. The boathouse works because it’s deeded to you personally. So knock yourself out.”
“I was counting on staying in one of the suites.”
Alistair blanched. “With her? No way.”
Buzz.
Alistair held up one hand and pressed the intercom button with the other. “Yes?”
“Zach Jones is here to see you.”
“I wasn’t expecting him.”
“No sir. He’s here because the woman you had him serve got him fired and he wants to speak to you about a possible case against his company.”
“Give me a minute and then send him in.”
“Is this the guy who served Colin?”
“Sure is. Fuck. I’ve had Zach processing clients of mine on the side for five years. Five years and his boss was never the wiser.” He shook his head. “I wonder how she knew where to find him? She’s trouble, E. And she’s just cost me a grand a month. Shit. I’m telling you. You better stay away from her.”
Ethan left Alistair’s office feeling more alive than he’d felt in years. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been anticipating spending time with a woman he intended to train. He agreed with his friend too. Colin was trouble, just the kind of trouble he needed to pull himself out of this lackluster funk he’d been in for over a year.
Pausing before he engaged his car in reverse, he thought about her. She was going to be a handful, but he didn’t mind. Hell, who was he trying to kid, he was looking forward to handling her, big-time. Guiding her in her metamorphosis. Calming her restless spirit. That was the challenge. The hill to climb and the site to claim. Sure she needed to be cracked open. Explored. Plundered the way he knew she secretly craved to be, but more than that she needed guidance and understanding. She needed…
Him.
His every thought over the last few weeks had been how he would accomplish this for her. She wasn’t some seasoned sub looking to go to the next level. She was a woman walking on a tightrope. One who’d been forced to shore up her defenses and deny her deepest desires because she’d been wounded. Hell, everyone had scars but hers were fresh and raw, he got that. He had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to scare her, yet he wouldn’t coddle her either. Just like her tightrope, he’d have to walk a fine line if he hoped to get her to surrender to him. Yeah, he liked the thought of that.
She’d be on her knees. Naked and waiting for his attention. Her hair would be down and her lips parted. With shoulders back and breasts thrust forward she’d eye the shine on his shoes. Anticipating his touch or directive. He didn’t intend to go easy on her. If she wanted what he had to give she was going to have to work for it. He’d learned long ago that anything easily acquired was never truly appreciated.
And he would be appreciated.
Trill.
When his phone went off a second time he answered it. “Hey, Ted.”
“Hi. I just got a call from Alistair.”
He wasn’t even out of the parking lot and the guy was sticking his nose in things that didn’t concern him.
“He says you were hoping to score a suite at The Carlyn for you and The Iron Lady.”
Ethan wasn’t going to tell him to quit calling her shit like that because it would only make him do it more. “So?”
“You’re not planning on Topping her, are you? She’s straitlaced conventional and Roman Catholic to boot. You don’t want to fuck with that combination. Trust me. If you don’t have the wrath of ‘good’ citizens coming down on your depraved head, you’ll have fire and brimstone to deal with.”
Ethan bit back a sigh. “I can’t imagine you called me just to discuss social and religious
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