Page 12 of Doctoring Dolly

“White, please,” Dolly said.

White wouldn’t stain if she spilled it. On herself or anyone else.

Accepting the glass of wine, she turned and took a step, slamming into a large, solid body. Her wine ended up all over her while the glass went flying. She watched as it hit the floor right in front of Quincy and Derek and broke into a million tiny shards.

“Shit,” she said before turning to the man she had just bumped into.

“Subbies should not swear,” he announced in a loud voice before stepping around her to the bar where he gruffly placed his order.

Dolly was not sure how to respond to that, so she kept her mouth shut. Looking at the mess on the floor, she felt that retreating to her room for the rest of the week might be a good idea. Especially since her favorite dress was covered in wine and, from the silence in the room, everyone was staring at her and no doubt judging her to be seriously lacking.

“Are you all right?” a familiar voice asked as Quincy stepped into view with Derek right beside him.

She sighed. Of course he would be present to see her latest blunder. Ignoring his question, she turned to Sadie. “Where can I get a broom to clean up the mess?”

“Don’t worry, that’s what housekeeping is for,” Sadie said as a young woman in a maid’s uniform hurried across the lobby with a broom and began to sweep up the glass.

Dolly made a mental note to leave a big tip for the housekeeping staff for she was certain they would earn their pay this week.

She jumped when a pair of warm palms cupped her face. The hands tilted her head back until she was looking up at Quincy.

“Answer me, pet. Are you all right?”

Her cheeks burned as she forced herself to shrug and try for a nonchalant answer. “I’m wet and embarrassed. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and change into something dry.” And stay hidden for the rest of the evening, she finished silently.

Quincy could see more than embarrassment in her pretty blue eyes. She felt humiliated, especially after the Dominant stated his opinion of her swearing. If she disappeared now, she might be tempted to hide for the rest of her stay, and he could not have that. She needed to learn that accidents happened and were no one’s fault. If anything, the man she had run into had been standing too close, at least in his opinion.

“Allow me to escort you,” he said, taking her hand in his.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said to Derek as they passed him.

Instead of giving his blessing, Derek stepped in front of Dolly. “Are you okay with Quincy going with you to your room?”

He held his breath as Dolly looked from Derek to him and back again before she whispered, “It’s okay.”

Derek nodded and looked at him. “Take your time. If you don’t make it back here before this is finished, we’ll meet you for dinner in an hour.”

“What?” Dolly asked, but did not fight him when he walked away, her hand still held securely in his. “You’re having dinner with Derek and Sadie?”

“We are. I talked to Derek and told him I’ve decided to claim you, at least for the week. That is, unless you’d rather have another Dominant take you under his command?”

He kept them moving toward her room as she mulled over his offer. When they reached her room, she opened the door and hurried inside. He entered but remained by the door after it closed.

“Dolly? What do you think about being my submissive for the week?”

It surprised him how anxious he felt waiting for her answer. He watched closely as she opened the closet and then just stared at the contents as if she had never seen them before.

She took a deep breath before turning to him. The tears rolling down her cheeks had him crossing the room and pulling her close for a hug. He didn’t give a fuck that she was covered with wine, and it was soaking into his shirt. She needed a hug, and he was happy to provide her with one.

“Sadie was right,” she cried into his chest as he cuddled her. “My wardrobe sucks and I do need to go shopping.”

He looked over her head and had to agree. From what he could see, the clothes she had brought for a vacation at a BDSM ranch would be more suitable for business meetings and office work.

“Shhhh, pet. I’ll find something for you to wear tonight and tomorrow we’ll see what the shops here have to offer. If we need to, we’ll go into town and shop there. For now, why don’t you go clean up and I’ll pick you out something to wear.”

“You will?”

He brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “I will. I’ll even help you get dressed, if you want.”

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