Page 93 of Whatever Lola Wants

“If you decide you want to explore BDSM, you know we’ll have your back,” Anna told her. “And so will Grant and Simon. And I’m sure Michael would help.”

“Michael?”

Lola watched with amused interest as the poor girl got even redder. She’d heard the story—from both Ginger and Simon—of how Ginger had stormed the club to find Simon the night she’d gotten hurt, but now she wondered if there wasn’t more to it.

Anna, blissfully oblivious to Ginger’s reaction, nodded. “He’s really nice, and he knows most everyone in the scene in Chicago. Including a lot of people who aren’t club members. He’d be an invaluable resource.”

“Well, I don’t even know if I’m staying in Chicago,” Ginger replied and bent over to pick up the seating chart. “Which table did you say you wanted your mother and stepfather at?”

Lola reached for her water as Anna leaned forward to peer at the chart with Ginger, hiding her smile behind the glass. Ginger obviously wasn’t ready to discuss whatever had happened with Michael or her own desires, so she’d let it go. But if her new friend really was submissive, she wouldn’t be able to avoid the owner of the most popular BDSM club in the city. And even though she didn’t know Michael well, she knew no Dom would be able to resist those wide blue eyes and blushing cheeks.

She stifled the snicker. Lucky girl.

By the following week, Lola was feeling back to her old self, and was back at work and back in the gym despite Simon’s grumblings that she was doing too much. He’d insisted on tagging along to her gym session with Marcello, and had stood beside the ring like a sentry the entire time, arms folded over his broad chest, those predator eyes blazing as he watched Marcello put her through her paces. Marcello didn’t take it easy on her, and more than once she’d hit the mat and had to shout a reassurance that she was fine to keep Simon from storming in and scooping her up.

Marcello had been so amused he’d thrown her a few extra times just for fun.

Men.

When he’d taken her home, Simon had commented that if she was recovered enough to be tossed around the gym, he didn’t have to feel bad about tossing her around the bedroom.

She smiled at the memory. After a week of cuddling and sweet lovemaking, they’d both been ready for some wall-banging sex. This was one area where being little came in oh so handy—he’d literally banged her against the wall. And when she’d been limp and vibrating from multiple orgasms, he’d demanded she finish the previously interrupted bondage blowjob.

It was good to be back to normal.

A knock on her office door jerked her attention back to the present. She glanced up with a smile for her assistant. “Bridget. What’s up?”

Bridget walked in, her tablet in hand. “You said you wanted to go over the schedule for next week?”

“Right.” Lola called up her calendar. “I’m out from next Thursday through the following Monday for Anna’s wedding, so let’s see if we can shift anything on those three days to the following week. What’s on the calendar that’s priority?”

They spent the next forty-five minutes shuffling projects, appointments, and discussing who could handle any emergencies in her absence. “I really don’t want to be disturbed for anything but an absolute emergency,” Lola cautioned. “If one of the junior associates calls me to ask something they can just as easily look up in the library…”

Bridget’s eyes danced. “I’ll make sure they know what an emergency is.”

“Good.” Lola checked the time. “I’m going to put in a few hours tonight on the Trendy Wendy acquisition, then it should be ready for the client’s review. You can schedule that for tomorrow. Try to get it in before noon.”

Bridget made a note. “Got it. You’ve got two calls scheduled tomorrow, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.”

“Who’s the morning call?”

Bridget consulted her notes. “Smith, Jones and Lambert.”

Lola wrinkled her nose. “They’re still dicking us around on the Chambers deal. Push them to the afternoon, and if they whine about it, you can remind them they’ve rescheduled no less than four times in the last two months.”

Bridget made the note. “Got it.”

“Anything else I need to know about?”

Bridget shook her head. “I have to lean on one of the junior associates today; okay if I invoke your name?”

“Go for it,” Lola told her. “Need me to stroll through the cube farm looking scary?”

“Hopefully it won’t come to that, but I’ll let you know.”

“Good deal.” Her phone chirped, signaling an incoming text. She glanced up at Bridget. “Anything else?”

Bridget shook her head and rose. “That’s it.”

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