Page 34 of Reignite

Cade met us at the front door, which I’d decided would be painted purple. He walked ten feet away and attached his phone to his face again. Damn it.

Cade had his architectural plans under one arm. “I don’t know how you got those permits through, but I’m damn sure glad you did. I was running out of distractions.”

I snort-laughed at him. “You mean women, Cade. You were running out of women.”

He shrugged and grinned that dirty boy smile he had. “Not my fault they all think they’re in love with me 'cause I can give ‘em great fucking orgasms.”

I couldn’t wait for his true love to come along. “One of these days, Cade, a woman is going to break your heart.”

“Maybe.” He laid the plans out on a rigged-up table. “The construction crew is starting the framing now. Do you want your office here,” he pointed to a corner of one page, “or here?”

“I thought that was where the glass rooms were going?”

“I like this placement better, moves the rooms more to the center. That way more people will be able to see what’s happening there.” Cade was totally in his element. Right now in the planning and construction stages he controlled almost everything in the environment. That alpha dominant part of him reveled in it.

I’d let him do whatever he thought best because it would make him happy if I did.

“The more the merrier. Do what you think is best. I trust you.”

He visibly relaxed when I gave that control over to him. He scribbled something on his plans and winked at me. “We should go with plexi, it’s gonna be a hell of a lot cheaper, and easier to install.”

“I’m sure. Spend what you need, Cade.” I had a vision in my head of what I wanted the club to look like which would support my vision of kink for one and all in a friendly environment. This club had to be as sexy, But the antithesis of The Asylum.

Cade had already gone way above and beyond what I thought an architect would do. He was also the project manager, had gotten bids and hired a contractor, and was sourcing the materials for construction. I don’t know what we’d do without him. If he gave this kind of service to all his clients, he was going to be a sought-after man, and by more than the ladies.

“I’ve set up a construction office over there. It’ll be quieter for you to do what you need to when my deliveries start coming in this afternoon.”

“Thanks.” Gray walked back over and grabbed my hand. He pulled me toward Cade’s plywood shack at the back of the warehouse.

I pulled right back and made him walk around the site with me. Which, he did. He must have been satisfied with whoever he was hiring to do our security system because his phone was still alive and his whole stance was less tight. Good. I’d take it.

“Look, that’s where the bar is going, and ooh, over there is the stage. I want to order a St. Andrew’s cross to install up there.”

Gray nodded. “So I can tie you up and do delicious dirty things to you in front of all your new club members? You dirty, dirty girl.”

He wrapped me in his arms and then pinched my ass.

Yeah, this was the Gray I knew and loved. “No, so I can tie you up and make you mine, over and over and over.”

“We’ll see about that, minx.”

I was ready to get down and dirty with him right now. Gray’s attitude was better now that we’d gotten out of the apartment. I was tempted to bring up the subject of getting married now while I had the real Gray back. I didn’t actually have a plan, only that I wanted to make sure he knew I was committed to both him and our kinky lives together.

“Querida? Will you—”

A voice I didn’t know blasted through the warehouse. “Baker, you dick.”

Aw, cojeme. This was exactly what worried Gray in the first place. He’d never let me out of the house again now.

I didn’t want to let these threats from Foster rule our lives, but I wanted Gray to feel secure, know that I was okay. I used the skills he’d taught me over the years to prepare for the onslaught.

I ducked, waiting for Gray to shove my head down and scurry me out of the room and into a waiting car POTUS-under-fire style. Instead he grinned, kissed me on the nose and turned toward our intruder.

“Jackass.”

Jackass? I glanced up and recognized the built arms, abs, and bald head of steel the intruder sported. Jim was either a very good looking skinhead or…nope, I couldn’t come up with anything else. But most importantly he was long-time friends with Gray. He’d even filled in on my own bodyguard detail when Gray and I had been… umm on the outs.

That had only lasted about a half a day before I escaped and Gray fired Jim. So I didn’t know Jim that well, but he’d been polite and professional, even hiding his eyes from the nakedness I’d imposed on him back then.

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