Page 18 of His Love

“I don't really have a lot of experience with sceneing,” Paisley admitted, “but those things feel like the most important.”

“Those are very important hard limits.”

“Thanks, now take your pants off.”

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Paisley

Axel set me down on my feet and shook his head at my antics. “First, let’s call your boss and then we will talk about taking my pants off.”

I sighed but picked my phone up from the coffee table and dialed Leland’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey Little one, I heard you have a major owie.”

“How did you find out so fast?”

“A little birdie told me.”

“What was the little birdie's name?”

“Rouge,” he answered with a laugh.

“Emily fell on me,” I grumbled.

“I heard. You know you have time off if you need to take it. Maybe use it while you’re shacked up with that hot security guard.”

“How did you hear about that?” I asked, exasperated. Axel raised his eyebrows and I shook my head, letting him know everything was okay.

“The same birdie.”

“It must be a parrot because she’s fucking squawking.”

“Language, Little spitfire,” Leland scolded.

I sighed.

“Do you wanna take the weekend off?”

“No, I was just calling to tell you what happened.”

“Well, thank you for letting me know. I was going to call you tomorrow if I hadn't heard anything from you.”

“I’m really fine. I got a hard cast today and I've only had pain medicine twice since last night.”

“Okay, Paisley. You know if that changes, you can call me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let me talk to Mr. Security Guard.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Language.” He barked the warning this time. He knew I hated when he used his dom tone.

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