bartender quickly.”
Sean started laughing. “Yes, he did say those words, but he
didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I told him I wanted you wearing clothing so
the bar didn’t suddenly get busy. Since it’s a gratis bar, the more business,
the less profit. He was saying you were so beautiful, the bar will be too popular.
You’re worrying too much, Michelle. I’d hoped this job would make your life
easier, not stress you to the max.”
“I appreciate that, Sean. I’ll try it tonight. If I can’t do
it, then you’ll have a few days to find a replacement.”
“I don’t want you working three jobs.” He was practically
growling. “The bartending gig was a convenient match, but regardless of that, I
want to be able to spend time with you.”
“I want to be with you too.” It was the club thing she
wasn’t sure about, and the jealous-women thing was just as daunting.
“Good, then the rest will work out.”
They rode in comfortable silence back to Cat Tails.
Before he turned off the ignition, he turned to her. “Will
your car be okay parked at the diner this long? They’ll know it’s yours and not
tow it, right?”
“No concern there, Sean. I don’t have a car.” She smiled,
relieved there wasn’t something else she needed to worry about. She had enough
on her plate as it was.
He nodded then froze. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t
have a car? How do you get to the diner?”
“I walk. It’s only a couple of miles.”
“You walk…your shift starts at midnight and you’re out
walking—alone? And what about the bar and school? You walk there too?”
She nodded, wondering what his point was. “It’s no big deal,
unless it’s storming. That sucks, but otherwise it’s good exercise.”
“What time does the bar close?”
“One-thirty. I’m usually outta there a little after two,
three at the latest.”
“Girl, you need a keeper. And you sure as hell won’t be
walking home from my club in the middle of the night, or any other time for
that matter.” He ran his hand across his brow. When she started to explain, he
held his hand up in a stop gesture. “Don’t. This isn’t up for discussion. It
isn’t happening again.”
She started to work the door handle when he put his hand on
her arm.
“Don’t move.” He slid his hand down his face. “You’re making
me crazy. The thought of you walking the streets in the middle of the
night…dear God! What were you thinking?”
“And you say I worry too much.”
After they were back inside the club, Michelle asked where
she should put her things.
“I have a dressing area attached to my office. Why don’t you
use that?” He unlocked his door and ushered her in. Sean walked to a panel in
the wall Michelle hadn’t noticed before. Sliding back the pocket door, he
showed her a full bathroom and walk-in closet.
Michelle followed him inside, then spun in a circle, taking
it all in. The tub was huge, but the shower had her drooling with its dual
heads, slate-and-glass enclosure and pebble floor. “I think I died and went to
heaven. You have exquisite taste, Sean. I’m seriously impressed. First, the
club itself completely caught me by surprise. I expected a dreary dungeon and I
find a garden oasis. Then the bar blew me away. I figured it’d be the typical
palm-frond cabana, and instead find a marble-and-rock designer’s dream. Now
your ‘dressing’ room is a five-star, hotel-dream bathroom. What other surprises
do you have for me?”
“A good Dom always keeps his sub guessing. And thank you,
I’m pleased you like it. I spend a lot of time here. I needed a space where I
could be comfortable.” He glanced at his watch. “We have about an hour and a
half. Would you like to finish the tour or just relax a bit?”
“I’d kill for a shower.” She couldn’t believe she’d just
said that. It was presumptuous and put Sean in a terribly awkward position. “I
mean…I…”
He put his finger over her lips, “Shh. It’s
Sean started laughing. “Yes, he did say those words, but he
didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I told him I wanted you wearing clothing so
the bar didn’t suddenly get busy. Since it’s a gratis bar, the more business,
the less profit. He was saying you were so beautiful, the bar will be too popular.
You’re worrying too much, Michelle. I’d hoped this job would make your life
easier, not stress you to the max.”
“I appreciate that, Sean. I’ll try it tonight. If I can’t do
it, then you’ll have a few days to find a replacement.”
“I don’t want you working three jobs.” He was practically
growling. “The bartending gig was a convenient match, but regardless of that, I
want to be able to spend time with you.”
“I want to be with you too.” It was the club thing she
wasn’t sure about, and the jealous-women thing was just as daunting.
“Good, then the rest will work out.”
They rode in comfortable silence back to Cat Tails.
Before he turned off the ignition, he turned to her. “Will
your car be okay parked at the diner this long? They’ll know it’s yours and not
tow it, right?”
“No concern there, Sean. I don’t have a car.” She smiled,
relieved there wasn’t something else she needed to worry about. She had enough
on her plate as it was.
He nodded then froze. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t
have a car? How do you get to the diner?”
“I walk. It’s only a couple of miles.”
“You walk…your shift starts at midnight and you’re out
walking—alone? And what about the bar and school? You walk there too?”
She nodded, wondering what his point was. “It’s no big deal,
unless it’s storming. That sucks, but otherwise it’s good exercise.”
“What time does the bar close?”
“One-thirty. I’m usually outta there a little after two,
three at the latest.”
“Girl, you need a keeper. And you sure as hell won’t be
walking home from my club in the middle of the night, or any other time for
that matter.” He ran his hand across his brow. When she started to explain, he
held his hand up in a stop gesture. “Don’t. This isn’t up for discussion. It
isn’t happening again.”
She started to work the door handle when he put his hand on
her arm.
“Don’t move.” He slid his hand down his face. “You’re making
me crazy. The thought of you walking the streets in the middle of the
night…dear God! What were you thinking?”
“And you say I worry too much.”
After they were back inside the club, Michelle asked where
she should put her things.
“I have a dressing area attached to my office. Why don’t you
use that?” He unlocked his door and ushered her in. Sean walked to a panel in
the wall Michelle hadn’t noticed before. Sliding back the pocket door, he
showed her a full bathroom and walk-in closet.
Michelle followed him inside, then spun in a circle, taking
it all in. The tub was huge, but the shower had her drooling with its dual
heads, slate-and-glass enclosure and pebble floor. “I think I died and went to
heaven. You have exquisite taste, Sean. I’m seriously impressed. First, the
club itself completely caught me by surprise. I expected a dreary dungeon and I
find a garden oasis. Then the bar blew me away. I figured it’d be the typical
palm-frond cabana, and instead find a marble-and-rock designer’s dream. Now
your ‘dressing’ room is a five-star, hotel-dream bathroom. What other surprises
do you have for me?”
“A good Dom always keeps his sub guessing. And thank you,
I’m pleased you like it. I spend a lot of time here. I needed a space where I
could be comfortable.” He glanced at his watch. “We have about an hour and a
half. Would you like to finish the tour or just relax a bit?”
“I’d kill for a shower.” She couldn’t believe she’d just
said that. It was presumptuous and put Sean in a terribly awkward position. “I
mean…I…”
He put his finger over her lips, “Shh. It’s
Similar Books
