Eve walked over, a tight smile on her face. “Yes, Master?”
He gripped the back of her neck. Even in those fuck-me shoes, she couldn’t match his height. He forced her up on her toes. He brought his voice low. “We will discuss this in a few hours, sub. If you want to play, angel, we’re going to play it my way. You want to take on the role of my slave? You better think about what that means. It means I’ll have you the way I want you. I’ll fuck you when I want, where I want, how I want, and I won’t listen to your protests. You belong to me. Mine. You’re fucking mine for however long this lasts.”
“Alex,” she started.
He tightened the hand on her neck in warning. “That’s Master, sub. And you’ll feel the flat of my hand on your ass tonight right before you sink down to your knees and suck my cock. That’s right. You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight with my come in your belly. Still happy you walked through that door, Mandy?”
He let his mouth hover right above hers, but he wasn’t going to let their first kiss in years happen in this place. Oh, it was going to happen, but not here and not when he was thinking about punishment that wasn’t anywhere close to erotic.
There was a fire in her eyes he hadn’t seen in forever. “Yes, Master.”
He turned on his heels and forced himself to walk away, his brain warring between anger at her being in danger and a savage thrill that he had her where he’d wanted her for years.
In his power. In his bed.
Eve watched Alex stalk up the stairs. Her hands trembled just slightly, but she had to get that under control. She couldn’t give them all away now. She hadn’t seen that much passion from Alex in years, and it scared the crap out of her.
It also got her heart fluttering, and all of her woman parts had responded in a way she’d forgotten was possible. She was standing in the middle of a dangerous operation, and she was a little worried her panties were damp. Damn.
The redhead was in front of her again, reaching for her hands, taking them in her own. “I’m so happy you’re finally here.”
This must be the mysterious Kristen. “Me, too.”
Kristen was good. She covered the shaking of Eve’s hands with her own. Eve gave her a small smile and wondered if Kristen even knew she wasn’t the woman who was supposed to be here.
“Hello.” The man who hadn’t followed the others up stared at her with a charming smile on his face. The minute Alex and the men had gone up the stairs, he’d switched from dark and broody to playboy.
He was gorgeous and far too young for her. She put him at twenty-five tops. Nope. He was a baby, despite his broad shoulders and bedroom eyes.
“Hey, Murdoch, get your ass up here,” Chazz yelled from the top of the stairs.
Murdoch winked at her. “I guess the formal intros can wait. Later, babe.”
He turned and ran up the stairs, and Eve managed not to roll her eyes. He could use a couple of seduction classes.
“Idiot. Come on, Mandy,” Kristen said. “I’ll show you the locker room and we can talk.”
Eve glanced around the space. It had potential, but no one had taken it past very utilitarian. Two women were cleaning, one pushing a mop across the floor and another wiping down tables. The one running a cloth across the table was roughly thirty, with bleached blonde hair and far too much eye makeup. She frowned Eve’s way, her painted lips turning down.
So she wasn’t welcome by everyone.
She followed Kristen along the hallway to a small room.
“That’s the men’s locker room,” Kristen said, pointing to a door on the left. “And this is us.”
She pushed through an opaque glass door and into a very bland locker room. There was a row of old school lockers and a single bench seat.
Kristen flipped her strawberry blonde hair back and sat down on the bench, crossing her very long legs. “It’s nice to meet you, Eve. I’m glad it’s you and not that bratty ho-bag. What’s up with guys? All they see is a bright smile, and they never look past a woman’s tits until they get married and then they wonder why Mary Sunshine got replaced with Sally Yells a Lot.”
Eve glanced around, trying to figure out if this Kristen person was about to get them in serious trouble.
Kristen waved a hand negligently. “No bugs in here. I check every day when I come in. Now the men’s locker room is a different story. I bugged that myself, but don’t warn your husband. We can listen in on him and the blond hottie talking about all sorts of things. Men totally gossip more than you think. We can talk freely in here as long as we’re alone.”