Page 23 of Dominate Me

Chapter Seven

Haley

I’d been skittish all day long. Maria had sent me more than one concerned look throughout the day. I had snapped at one of the housekeepers for a simple mistake. I messed up a food order for the main kitchen. I completely forgot about the check-in we had that day for a married couple who were taking a baby-moon vacation before the arrival of their first child.

It was amazing I’d been able to get anything accomplished.

At least I’d remembered to call Mr. Bauer, who said he was available to meet with me first thing tomorrow. I’d almost been shocked at the way he quickly opened an appointment for me, but perhaps I shouldn’t have been. Jensen had assured me the man would meet with me, and while Mr. Bauer sounded kind on the phone, there was still no mistaking the fatherly tone in his voice when he asked how I’d met Jensen.

I didn’t think hearing how I met Jensen at a sex club...had masturbated for him, willingly and excitedly, at his command...would go over well, so I told him we met through a friend.

All day long, Jensen’s warning from the prior night reverberated in my mind.

This was not a date. This was a session. I already knew I’d have a hard time keeping my heart out of this, but I wanted to explore this side of me badly enough, I was willing to risk the broken heart I was sure to have when this was all said and done.

Jensen hadn’t given me timelines. He hadn’t demanded how many days a week he’d see me. He had though, given me one instruction for the night: wear whatever you’re most comfortable in.

And when I went through the list he’d emailed me, which had popped up in my computer email as soon as I logged in that morning, I had spent the rest of the day teetering on the edge of arousal. I was already throbbing with need as I paced my small living room, constantly watching the clock.

Any minute.

Fear lodged in my throat and I pressed my hand to my neck, trying to calm myself.

This was really happening.

I had listened to his one instruction even though I hadn’t been prepared for it. I was in my favorite worn yoga pants and a cute yellow tank top. Underneath, I had on a simple, white satin bra and thong. After I got home from work I’d showered, shaved, and plucked to perfection but in keeping with his command, I was also makeup free.

This was me. Simple and relaxed. There was an undeniable, unexplainable urge to please him before he stepped through my door. Hopefully, it was enough for him.

My phone buzzed with a text alert from the kitchen and I rushed to it, pressing a hand to my abdomen to settle the butterflies fluttering madly deep inside. Was he canceling? Running late?

Laughing to myself when I read the text, a sense of relief sliding through me.

It was only Anya.

I still don’t understand, but I hope tonight goes well. Be safe and love you.

I grinned. I was truly lucky to have her as a friend and I typed back aWilldo,loveyoutoo, text before continuing my pacing and watching my clock.

Anya had been my friend for years. But we were so very different. She was married to a guy who’d grown up next door to her. Legit. They’d known each other their entire lives, born only months apart. What had started as a friendship when they were toddlers grew into something more when they turned sixteen. They’d been together ever since, going to the same college. Anya taught preschool, volunteered in her church’s nursery, and couldn’t wait to have children of her own someday. Her husband Lance was an electrician who’d recently launched his own company. Their life was simple and good, the perfect Norman Rockwell painting. They’d even waited until they were married to have sex, their faith being important to them.

It meant the world to me that while Anya didn’t agree with my choices all the time, she was always there, loving me through them.

Thinking of her helped calm me. Whatever happened, I would always have her, and when this potentially blew up in my face—Jensen’s warning and declarations last night that we weren’t in a real relationship vividly clear in my mind—Anya would be by my side, helping me through it.

That calmness evaporated as soon as three quick raps on my front door echoed on my side of the house.

He was here.

Closing my eyes, I pushed down all my fears and doubts, along with my concerns, and moved to the door.

When I opened it, my breath was immediately stolen from my chest.

Jensen was beyond attractive. When I first met him at the club, it had been undeniable that he was sex-personified with his dark hair and eyes, olive skin, and a body that was tall and lean, muscular and fit without being bulgy, and curved in all the right places.

Standing in front of me now, dressed in a black suit, black dress shirt and black tie...he was formidable.

I wanted to melt at his feet and declare myself unworthy.

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