Page 28 of Reignite

“I can point you to a couple of people. Like Serenity Designs.” She pointed to the lid. “What are you looking for?”

Huh. Either Serenity Designs had heard we were opening a club and were soliciting for our business already, or I’d gotten another present.

“A collar.”

Addison stopped filling out the page and looked at me, questions all over her face. “A collar?”

“Yes, for a man, but I don’t want anything traditional, and it’s got to be something I can actually get him to wear.”

“Are you collaring Dominic?” She tried to sound nonchalant about her question, but she said his name a couple of notes higher than the rest of her words.

I wanted my guys to find the right one, and if I could help that along, I would. “No. He’s been with me for a while, but he’s free to be with anyone he wants now. Like you, for example.”

That flustered her. “But Gray, I mean Mr. Baker—”

“You can call him Gray or Grayson, we don’t stand on too much formality here. Unless of course it’s part of a protocol you’ve agreed to?”

I didn’t think for a second Gray was messing around with anyone, but maybe Addison and Dominic had done some negotiations. This girl had lots of potential.

“No, it’s just, Gray asked me—”

The way she stopped mid-sentence for the second time had my spidey senses on alert. “Go on.”

She nodded toward the box again. “Umm, about those kinds of vendors too.”

I pushed the box aside and steepled my fingers. “Did he?”

“I think I don’t understand your relationship.” She glanced at the box, over at me, and narrowed one eye asking a question with her expression.

I didn’t know the answer to the enigma that was Gray and I either. “Join the club, mija.”

“Isn’t he your Dom?”

“Most of the time.”

“But you’re a Dominatrix?”

“Most of the time.”

“You’re going to collar him?” As many times as she glanced at the box when she asked that, I wondered if Gray hadn’t sent me a collar and pretended to not know what the delivery man had brought.

I had my own surprise coming his way. “I’m also looking for wedding bands.”

“Oh you are? Wow. Okay.”

Gray popped his head into the office. “Cade called. Our permits came in this morning.”

Hay, Dios Mio – I sure as hell hoped he hadn’t heard any of the rest of our conversation.

“About time.” Someone, and I knew exactly who, because he had texted me on the number I’d written down for him on my card, had walked them through, office by office, stamp by stamp, sign off by sign off.

He wouldn’t tell me who was paying him to hold them back in the first place. But Foster couldn’t hide very long from me.

Gray chuckled. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Put on your Dominatrix persona for the construction crew and you’ll have the whole place built by next week.”

“I just might do that.”

“Naughty minx. You do and I’ll have you over my knee.” He kissed me quick and hard and then walked back out of the office.

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