Page 52 of Going Deep
“And you were provoking him.”
Lola smirked. “I’m still provoking him.”
“Well, that’s true,” Anna muttered and poured popcorn into the oil.
“Can I see it?” Ginger asked Lola. “The background report?”
“Absolutely not,” Anna interjected before Lola could speak.
“What? Why not?”
“Because he’s your Dom,” Anna said and slapped a lid on the pot.
“Just temporarily,” Ginger argued. “And…situationally.”
“Situationally?” Anna echoed. “What does that mean?”
“I mean, he’s not my Dom all the time, like Grant’s yours. It’s just while we’re, you know, playing. And fucking. He’s a play/fuck Dom.”
“A play/fuck Dom is still a Dom,” Anna said stubbornly. “And if you want to know something, you should ask him.”
“I gotta go with Anna on this one,” Lola said. “Besides, there aren’t any deep, dark secrets to share. It’s a background check, not a biography.”
“At least tell me if he’s ever been arrested.”
“No,” Anna said again. “Ask him yourself.”
“When exactly am I supposed to ask that question?” Ginger wondered, exasperated. “It’s not like we talk.”
Anna blinked as the kernels in the pot began to pop. “What do you mean, you don’t talk?”
“I mean, we talk. Hello, how are you? Are these nipple clamps too tight? Was that spanking good for you?”
Lola was frowning. “That’s it?”
“Pretty much. I wouldn’t mind talking more,” Ginger admitted. “I like him.”
“We know,” Anna said quietly.
“I think he’s interesting,” Ginger went on, ignoring the knowing look in Anna’s eyes. “But I guess it’s just not that deep.”
“Do you want it to be?” Lola asked.
Ginger hesitated. “I’m fine with the way things are.”
“Are you?” Anna wanted to know, shaking the pot of now rapidly popping kernels. “Or are you telling yourself you’re fine because that’s the way he wants it?”
“I don’t know how he wants it,” Ginger said, avoiding the question. “We haven’t talked about that either.”
“Coward,” Anna muttered.
“Hey.”
“Not you, him.”
“Oh.”
“But now that you mention it,” Lola said.
