he asked.
“Jesse Robinson.”
Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to ask him a question.
After several minutes neither of them said a word. Getting up from his seat, he
circled the desk to rest on the edge while looking down at her. Nothing lay
between them and he got a clear view of her body. “We’re not going to get
anywhere until you start talking to me,” he said.
“What? I thought Jake told you everything.” Her eyes were
large and the bright blue took his breath away.
“Yes, he did. I want to hear you talk. I’m not into silence
unless I say otherwise. I’m not going to fuck you or play with you until I know
you more, Jesse.”
He gave her time to let his words sink in.
“ Erm , what’s your name?” she
asked. Her cheeks were bright red and flushed.
“Ryan Carter.”
“How long have you been a Dom?”
Smiling, he clasped his fingers together in front of him. “All my adult life. You?”
“One year.” She didn’t hesitate in her response. “How old
are you?”
“I’m forty years old. What about you?”
“I’m twenty five.”
His assessment of her earlier was accurate. “What do you do?
Where do you work?”
“I’m a receptionist for a law firm.” She mentioned the name
and he whistled.
“Good work there, or so I’m told.” Several of his customers were from the law firm she mentioned, which he found
funny.
“Yes, it’s a great place to work and they’ve got good
medicals and stuff.” She smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear.
He liked her smile. From the quick meeting he knew she
didn’t smile enough. There was already something haunting in her eyes. He knew
the truth as to why she looked so sad all the time.
“Good.”
“What else do you do or is the club everything?” she asked.
“I’m an investor in small companies. The club is all mine and I intend to keep it that way.”
“You come from money.” She made it more a statement than a
question, which he didn’t dispute. Jesse appeared to be a good judge of
character so far.
He found himself liking her.
* * * *
When Jake grabbed her from the dungeon, Jesse had been so
nervous. The look on his face let her know he meant business. He usually looked
happy, ready to tease his next victim but suddenly he looked so serious. Then
he’d told her about Ryan and how he couldn’t help her with her problem anymore. She didn’t have a
problem at all but he felt she did.
Staring up at Ryan she found herself relaxing. Surprised,
she sat back in her seat, placing her purse on the ground beside her. The added
protection of the purse was unnecessary. Ryan wouldn’t hurt her. He took great
lengths to being in control and she respected him for it.
“Yes, I come from money. Is that a draw for you?”
“No, I’m not a gold-digger. I’m not asking for marriage or a
ring. Far from it.” She licked her lips suddenly
feeling dry.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
“Yes.” She pressed a hand to her chest shocked by the rapid
beating of her heart. What was happening to her? Her nipples ached and were in
hard points pressing against the front of her dress. In all of her time with
Jake she’d never responded to him like this. Pressing her legs together she
felt the wetness between her thighs.
She bit into her bottom lip and tried to stop the arousal
building up inside her. Nothing happened. Ryan’s gaze landed on her, making her
burn from the outside in. What was happening to her?
“Here you go.” He handed her a glass of water. She took it
from him. Their fingers brushed and electricity zinged through her body.
Gasping, she pulled away to take a sip of the water. Some of
the liquid fell over the side onto her chest. The droplets slid down between
her breasts. His gaze fell onto her chest.
“Lucky water.”
Baffled, she continued to drink, hoping the water would help
her thirst. His gaze slid down her body. She noticed he settled on her hips and
thighs.
“Most women want a man to