Page 48 of Foreplay on Words

Adrian: I know you’re awake. Get your lips off Chase’s ass and send me those edits.

Adrian: Don’t make me drive down there.

Oh, God, no. That’d be a disaster.

Adrian: Isobel will harass Chase if you don’t answer me.

Adrian: I’ve never been ghosted before. I don’t like it.

Adrian was such a dumbass.

Looked like Chase and I needed to buckle down and finish some work.

Chase

Connecticut

“Thank you! Just the package I’ve been waiting for,” I thanked the delivery driver happily as I took the box from him. I was surprised he’d deliver out here, but Amazon Prime never shied away from frequent deliveries.

Evan would either kick me out of his house or laugh his ass off when he opened this box. I knew it was a joke—mostly, but I had ordered him a sexy apron and a wooden spoon for myself.

It featured a cartoonish illustration of a hand pointing down and the phrase, ‘May I Suggest the Sausage?’

Why yes, Evan. You may suggest the sausage.

He had holed himself up in the bedroom going through more edits before he sent the manuscript back to be approved by Adrian. Apparently, I was distracting, and he needed to escape from me so he could finish. We needed to start our collaboration, and he wanted all loose ends tied up.

Speaking of tied up, I needed to contact Emory and see when he could meet with us.

I wasn’t sure if Evan would be comfortable driving into Boston, but we needed expert advice on this one. Neither of us had the equipment readily available to start writing about a Dominatrix.

We’d agreed on a female lead, but I was still scared of what Emory would make me do with Evan to get into character. I didn’t want to scare him away.

Chase: Hey. Got time for another consultation soon?

Emory had been the Dom who tied me up so I could get into Kayla’s head. He also loosely inspired the character of Michael. Emory liked to follow rules and enjoyed teasing his subs to build up anticipation.

He was funny, always making sarcastic comments about things when he was not in Dom mode. I’d loved working with him, and he’d only had one stipulation for offering his consultation services—he got to photograph me when he’d tied me up. He promised no pictures with my face in them, and I hadn’t been fully nude, but Emory had seen quite a bit of me.

Emory: Depends. I’m looking for a model...

He was a fashion and art photographer during working hours and a secret Dominant the rest of the time. He’d been a friend of a friend, and I hadn’t been able to use his real name in my book dedication.

He wanted to keep his personal life separate from his professional one. I could respect that, considering I wrote under a pen name.

Chase: Bribery. Really?

Emory: I need a fresh face.

Chase: I thought we didn’t do the face.

Emory: You’re walking right into this one.

Chase: Oh, shut it, you perv.

Emory: We both know that’s not going to happen.

Emory: Don’t make me find the paddle.

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