Page 11 of The Will

“Excellent decision, kitten. I don’t mind playing in public, but I also want it to be fun for both of us. If you push me though… I, too, have limits. Please go get changed so we can get you home. Don’t take too long—you look delicious right now.”

Chloe took off like she was being chased, and Alex softly laughed. He hadn’t been so amused in ages. It was like he instinctively knew what buttons to push. Although she had made that move, which was almost too much for his self-control. He had meant every word he said about taking her into the dressing room. She was playing with fire. Alex was just trying to keep them both from being totally consumed by it.

Chloe was out of breath when she closed the door to the dressing room. She took some calming breaths, in and out slowly, trying to get control of herself. She looked in the mirror, taking a thorough look at herself. Chloe was still blushing all over, but the dress fit nicely. When she had made the move to bend over, she felt powerful. She remembered Alex’s face lighting up as he stood behind her. The look in his eyes had been hungry and made her feel wanted.

Chloe was beginning to realize that while she felt safe in his presence, Alex was still a man and she needed to be careful. He may be polite, caring, and sexy as hell, but he was just as capable of hurting her, even if it wasn’t physically. Her spirit was desperately debating if Alex was worthy of being more than what he already was to her.

“Don’t let your heart go so easily, Chloe,” she spoke to her reflection once she was dressed in her own clothes.Cause if you do, you might not recover from it this time.She exited the dressing room to head home with Alex.

Her coding for work was waiting for her, and logic was always the best to fall back on when her emotions were unsure. With that thought, her smile was genuine when she left the store with Alex.

Chapter 9

AlexhaddroppedoffChloe at home and was now heading to recruit someone for his plan for the next weekend. He had to do this carefully. Chloe’s uncle was the straightforward part, he was a power-hungry bully, and Cy was going to be the key to getting that game piece where it belonged.

“Little Gene” and his friends were going to be the key dilemma for Alex. The first step was to find out who those friends of his were. They all need to receive the treatment that Alex had planned. Alex turned into a parking area and got out, heading to a small business office labeled “Annabelle’s Event Planning.”

A bell sounded as Alex crossed the threshold. “Hold on, I’ll be right with you,” came a high-pitched, sincerely sweet voice from behind a curtained doorway.

“No rush,” was Alex’s response.

“Alex?” came the question, before a dark-haired, dark-skinned woman poked her head out of the curtains. She saw him and her perfectly white smile sprung up at once, bringing brilliant contrast to her dark skin. “My goodness,” she said. “What brings you here, handsome?”

“Hello Annie, how’s business?”

“Much better since you found out what really had happened at the hotel back in April and returned my son to me.”

Alex cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad to hear it because I need to call in the favor.”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“I need you to reach out to your fellow planners. I need to know the guest list of a graduation party done about 7 years ago.”

“Goodness, that may be a task. Most of the event planners in town were not doing it back then. What exact event was this for and when?”

Alex sighed and told her about the party for Chloe, including as much information as he could regarding the location and time frame based on it being a graduation celebration.

“Hmm, that all sounds very familiar,” she said. “Hold that thought and I will be right back,” and with that statement, she disappeared behind the curtain.

“Aha,” Annie shouted from the back room before appearing again, but this time holding a piece of paper. “You are lucky that was my event.”

She handed him the paper, which has a list of neatly typed names. “Mr. Harrison was quite a demanding client.”

Alex chuckled. “Cy has said the same thing about him lately. Thank you for the list, now to see if I can find what I need from it.” Alex waved to her on his way out of the door.

Stop number two of Alex’s errands was another one of his previous clients. He pulled up to another small business, but this one labeled “Health and Wellness Spa–Head Trainer M Elaina.” Alex stepped into the building, where there was a plain lobby with doctor’s office-styled furniture and a central desk with a receptionist. She had a very simple, black business pantsuit on with her hair in a tight bun, glasses, and make-up done to perfection. She was almost too perfect, but Alex knew why. He strolled up to the desk. “Hello, I’m Alex Moore, here to see Mistress Elaina. No, I don’t have an appointment and I am not a customer.”

The receptionist, Nikki, responded, “Thank you, Mr. Moore. Please wait here while I inform our Mistress you are here. I will return shortly.” She bowed slightly, opened the door behind the desk, and disappeared for a few minutes.

Nikki returned and beckoned Alex to follow her. She escorted him into the hallway behind the door and took him about three doors down before ushering him into an office suite. “Please make yourself comfortable and Mistress will be with you shortly.”

Alex scrolled through his phone while leaning against the desk in the room. He needed to stretch his legs. He was used to spending more time standing on surveillance, so the chairs didn’t look inviting at all. Alex was also going over his plans when Mistress Elaina, or as Alex knew her, Michelle Henderson, walked through the door in her working garb. Michelle, while in her role, wore black patent leather boots with 4-to-6-inch heels which clung to her legs; from feet to mid-thighs. She paired those with a black, knit bodysuit topped with a black leather corset with straps holding up her fishnet stockings. Her breasts were shoved up so tightly with the corset that they appeared like they might spill out of the outfit at any minute. Alex knew that was not the case because she needed to move her arms to administer her skills to her clients. She wore her make-up to perfection as well, with deep red lips to bring her clients’ attention to them. To complete the picture, her long black hair flowed down in a waterfall reaching her waist and she wore a black leather newsboy’s cap at her crown. Alex thought the only key item missing was her favorite toy; a black, leather whip that she usually wore on her hip.

Michelle smiled broadly, “Alex, what a pleasant surprise. I know you don’t need a session, but are you here to take me up on the offer of a job? I have clients that could use your quiet, commanding nature, or if you are feeling spicy, some that could use a good spanking.”

Alex could tell she was teasing him and feeling out his intentions, previously he might have taken her up on the offer just for a pleasant distraction. After all, he had avoided this place because indulging his power needs would be too easy in Mistress Elaina’s Dungeon.

Alex knew without his own restraint he could be a monster. Microexpression reading was a unique and helpful skill in being a dominant or master and in his current profession. His skill had gotten Michelle out of a scary situation with a partner that not only had dominated her, abused her, and lied to her, but was also stealing money from the business. She was another person that owed him a favor. Alex smiled softly at her, “While your offer is lovely Michelle, I am here on other business today. I am coming to call in the favor.”

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