Page 88 of For the Sub

And she’d never enjoyed being with another person the way she did with him.

If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she didn’t want him to leave anytime soon.

Until he showed up yesterday, she hadn’t realized how empty her life was.

She thought her business, the Den, and her animals completed her.

But since Master Niles had arrived, her heart was full in ways it hadn’t been for years.

Spending more time together would be tempting fate.

And going to the Moline with him would be beyond foolish.

What if anyone from the Northrup family showed up?

She wouldn’t put it past Shawndra to publicly shame her.

Niles opened her door.

After a quick glance at her, he asked, “Everything okay?”

After shaking her head to clear it of the sudden, awful what-ifs, she gave him a soft smile. “Lost in thought.” Her answer was as close to the truth as she was willing to get.

Still, it surprised her that he was in tune with her enough to notice.

“You’re every bit as good as anyone else. Better, even.” With that, he offered his hand.

Brandy slid her palm into his, drinking in his warmth and strength. Damn. The man was so sexy and thoughtful.

“Maybe we should have made love before we left, after all,” he said against her ear, his voice gruff. “I’m not sure how I’ll get through the meal since I’ll be thinking about having my cock buried in your hot, tight cunt.”

A sensual thrill uncurled through her. Every word he spoke seemed calculated to make her aware of their relationship.

He kept his fingers pressed to the small of her back as they entered the diner. From the cash register area, Margot waved, her eyes wide.

“Have a seat anywhere,” she called.

Not that there were many choices.

Despite the early hour and the fact it was a Sunday, the place was almost packed.

Master Niles guided Brandy toward an empty table at the back of the restaurant, right next to a window, and he held her chair while she was seated.

A harried-looking server came over, a coffee carafe already in hand. “Something to drink besides coffee? Orange juice?”

“Coffee would be great,” Brandy said. “I didn’t have enough before I was hurried out the door.”

Master Niles turned over the mugs that were already on the table, and the server filled both.

“I’ll be back to take your orders,” she promised.

When they were alone, he took a drink of his hot, strong coffee but didn’t look at the menu.

Instead, he regarded Brandy with his usual intensity.

Despite her best efforts, she squirmed. Everything about him made her hyperaware of being female and submissive.

His attempts to fit in with her life stunned her, and she appreciated them.

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