Page 85 of Truth

“Yeah. I need a break before this afternoon.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Lily and I ended up at a café two blocks from the office. We found a corner booth and sat down with our lunches.

“I spoke to Brianna this morning.”

I nodded and took another bite of my sandwich.

“I’m leaving the office early on Wednesday so she and I can go shopping. She told me you want her to get waxed, too.”

“Yes. I do.”

Lily cocked her head to the side, considering. “Does this have to do with Saturday?”

I smirked. “Partly.”

She huffed. “I hate when you and Logan do that, you know.”

Laughing, I took another bite of my lunch. Dominants talked to each other, and it was rare they included their submissives unless it was to talk about limits or trying something new in a scene. My guess was that Logan hadn’t told Lily much past asking her if she would be able to concentrate on the scene while Brianna and I watched. That, and perhaps that we wanted her to talk to Brianna both before and after so she’d know it was all completely consensual. Lily knew how it worked. But because we were friends outside the friendship Logan and I shared, she occasionally liked to push. Didn’t mean she’d get anywhere, though.

“You know I’m not going to tell you anything, so I’m not sure why you ask.”

“Because I want to know.”

“Why? Do you not trust Logan?”

“Of course I do.” She seemed offended by the suggestion.

“Then why are you asking something that is his concern, not yours?”

“Because he won’t tell me anything. All I know is you and Brianna will be there.”

“Then that’s all he feels you need to know.”

She threw her fork down on her plate, not happy that I wasn’t giving up any information.

I laughed. “If you want to know something, ask Logan. Stop trying to go behind his back and ask me. You keep it up, and I’ll have to share this information with him.”

Her eyes got wide, and I suppressed a chuckle. Needless to say, after that she changed the subject.

At home that night, Brianna was quiet. I asked her if something was wrong, but she said no. Given her conversation with Lily, it was likely she was nervous about her waxing appointment on Wednesday. I decided to let it go for the time being. If it didn’t get better, or got worse, I’d confront her about it.

As I was leaving the office on Tuesday, our new CFO caught me in the hall. “Do you have a minute?”

I glanced down at my watch. “Sure. I need to make a quick call, and then I’ll meet you in your office.”

Quickly dialing Brianna, I let her know I was going to be a little late. “Okay. I’ll turn the oven down.”

“No. You go ahead and eat. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Okay.” She sounded disappointed.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” The urge to tell her I loved her sprang to the surface. It was getting harder and harder to keep inside. When we were making out on the rock by the creek Sunday afternoon, I’d let it slip. I didn’t think she’d heard me, though.

Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I said goodnight to Jamie and went to find out what Michael needed.

When I knocked on the door to his office, he was looking down at a stack of papers and rubbing the back of his neck. “Mr. Coleman.”

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