realized how my self-control had lapsed with him, allowing my own harsh side to come through a bit more strongly that might have been prudent.
He really knows how to push my buttons sometimes.
I queued up some music on the computer and The Lady Lamb the Beekeeper’s “Hair to the Ferris Wheel” started to play.
I recalled the angry expression on his face as he glared up at me from his prone position on the floor. A feeling of guilt washed over me as I realized how satisfied I’d felt at that moment.
Okay, maybe I’m an evil bitch, but it’s really kind of hot to have a sexy guy at your feet.
I sighed with a bitter realization.
It’s better when he actually wants to.
Dammit, I’ve worked so hard to bolster his self-image and self-confidence, sexual and otherwise.
The truth was that I’d finally found a man who knew how to please me, and someone who I loved more than eternal life itself.
In his own sincere way, he already worships me.
So what the hell is wrong with me?
Thinking back, all of those years of partnering with alpha males had been such an infuriating waste of time and effort. I’d spent more time fighting with them for dominance in the relationship or uncovering their ulterior motives instead of being able to enjoy an honest, open relationship with them.
Which was another reason that I’d killed all but one of them in the end.
But Caleb changed all that. He didn’t challenge me for the alpha role in the relationship; instead he selflessly offered me kindness, honesty, and trust.
And love.
I smiled at that thought.
Then another realization dawned on me.
Truth be told, I know it really turns him on when I’m being assertive with him.
Then again, he is a beta male, after all.
Either way, I’d do most anything to please him.
It’s all about him. Doesn’t he realize that?
He still doesn’t understand that he’s the one who actually commands me most of the time, albeit subtly.
There’s virtually nothing I wouldn’t do to fulfill his needs.
Heaven help me if he ever realizes that in full. I may lose all influence over him then.
Except regarding issues involving his security and welfare.
I’ll never relinquish those.
However, as with today, I’d let the ‘bitch out of the barn’ a little too much with him.
Still, it’s a woman’s prerogative to overreact on occasion, right?
I glanced up at the screen to note that Caleb’s SUV had stopped, so I zoomed in on the location.
“Old Skools?”
A quick Google search revealed what I needed to know.
“A Goth bar?”
Okay, that confused me a little bit. I couldn’t recall him ever going to a Goth bar before.
I glanced at the clock and sighed, realizing there were still a couple of hours of prime daylight left before I could do anything.
Well, kudos to him for making his grand escape in the afternoon. I can’t go after him until after sunset or I’ll be burned to a crisp.
I went back upstairs to heat up a ceramic mugful of blood in the microwave.
As I waited, a thought struck me and I raced to the phone near the counter, causing a stack of mail to flutter onto the floor.
I dialed with one hand while tossing the mail back onto the countertop.
“Hello, Sexy Blondes Incorporated,” answered a familiar perky voice.
“Paige, I need your help,” I said. “Caleb stormed off a little earlier.”
“Another fight, huh? What up with dat’, girlfriend?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“ Paige ,” I growled.
I had a sneaky suspicion she knew more about it than she was letting on.
Being careful not to reveal any details that might embarrass Caleb, I quickly explained to her a little of what had happened.
As we talked, I went upstairs to the second floor master bedroom that was rarely used. I fleetingly recalled how Caleb and I had made love for the first time in that room.
“And you say he went to a Goth club?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, while rummaging through the lesser-used clothes that I’d stored in
He really knows how to push my buttons sometimes.
I queued up some music on the computer and The Lady Lamb the Beekeeper’s “Hair to the Ferris Wheel” started to play.
I recalled the angry expression on his face as he glared up at me from his prone position on the floor. A feeling of guilt washed over me as I realized how satisfied I’d felt at that moment.
Okay, maybe I’m an evil bitch, but it’s really kind of hot to have a sexy guy at your feet.
I sighed with a bitter realization.
It’s better when he actually wants to.
Dammit, I’ve worked so hard to bolster his self-image and self-confidence, sexual and otherwise.
The truth was that I’d finally found a man who knew how to please me, and someone who I loved more than eternal life itself.
In his own sincere way, he already worships me.
So what the hell is wrong with me?
Thinking back, all of those years of partnering with alpha males had been such an infuriating waste of time and effort. I’d spent more time fighting with them for dominance in the relationship or uncovering their ulterior motives instead of being able to enjoy an honest, open relationship with them.
Which was another reason that I’d killed all but one of them in the end.
But Caleb changed all that. He didn’t challenge me for the alpha role in the relationship; instead he selflessly offered me kindness, honesty, and trust.
And love.
I smiled at that thought.
Then another realization dawned on me.
Truth be told, I know it really turns him on when I’m being assertive with him.
Then again, he is a beta male, after all.
Either way, I’d do most anything to please him.
It’s all about him. Doesn’t he realize that?
He still doesn’t understand that he’s the one who actually commands me most of the time, albeit subtly.
There’s virtually nothing I wouldn’t do to fulfill his needs.
Heaven help me if he ever realizes that in full. I may lose all influence over him then.
Except regarding issues involving his security and welfare.
I’ll never relinquish those.
However, as with today, I’d let the ‘bitch out of the barn’ a little too much with him.
Still, it’s a woman’s prerogative to overreact on occasion, right?
I glanced up at the screen to note that Caleb’s SUV had stopped, so I zoomed in on the location.
“Old Skools?”
A quick Google search revealed what I needed to know.
“A Goth bar?”
Okay, that confused me a little bit. I couldn’t recall him ever going to a Goth bar before.
I glanced at the clock and sighed, realizing there were still a couple of hours of prime daylight left before I could do anything.
Well, kudos to him for making his grand escape in the afternoon. I can’t go after him until after sunset or I’ll be burned to a crisp.
I went back upstairs to heat up a ceramic mugful of blood in the microwave.
As I waited, a thought struck me and I raced to the phone near the counter, causing a stack of mail to flutter onto the floor.
I dialed with one hand while tossing the mail back onto the countertop.
“Hello, Sexy Blondes Incorporated,” answered a familiar perky voice.
“Paige, I need your help,” I said. “Caleb stormed off a little earlier.”
“Another fight, huh? What up with dat’, girlfriend?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“ Paige ,” I growled.
I had a sneaky suspicion she knew more about it than she was letting on.
Being careful not to reveal any details that might embarrass Caleb, I quickly explained to her a little of what had happened.
As we talked, I went upstairs to the second floor master bedroom that was rarely used. I fleetingly recalled how Caleb and I had made love for the first time in that room.
“And you say he went to a Goth club?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, while rummaging through the lesser-used clothes that I’d stored in
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