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The calm doesn’t last—a moment latershe’ssliding into the booth across from me. The same redhead I’d just had mind-blowing anonymous closet sex with.
“For me?” she asks, reaching across the table for the second glass of whiskey. I nod and she gives me a shy smile before bringing the glass to her plump red lips. I bite back a snort—she’s going to be shynow?
“So.” I lean across the table, waiting for her to meet my eyes. “Is that how you imagined it?”
Her shy smile turns into a grin. “Even better than I imagined it. Thank you, Grant.”
God, I love that fucking smile. She’s always so damn pretty when she looks at me like that.
“You don’t need to thank me, Kensie.”
Her expression turns soft. “I really do. You always make it so perfect for me.”
My stomach swoops at her words, but I keep a nonchalant expression on my face. “You know I aim to please, Miss Milton.”
It’s the truth. Pleasing her has been my obsession for the last three months. Since we started this little arrangement of ours.
Tonight, the fantasy had been simple. Kensie wanted to experience anonymous sex. Of course, it couldn’t actually be anonymous—we know each other too well for that. But she’s the type of woman to get off on the role play. It’s my job to make it as real as possible for her.
Just like I do every time she presents one of her fantasies.
“I have some ideas for next time,” she says, bouncing a little in her seat, clearly excited. I shake my head.
“You’re not even going to let me enjoy the high of really hot sex before you give me my next assignment?”
She smiles, sheepish. In truth, I don’t mind. I love that she’s so eager to do this with me. And she’s so fucking cute when she’s excited about our plans.
It hadn’t been that way at first. She’d seemed both mortified and terrified when we first met. When I’d presented her with a standard BDSM survey to help me get a sense of what she’d be comfortable with, I thought her face might burst into flame, it was so red.
She’d been nervous again at our second meeting to go over the survey and make plans. Blushing, shifting in her seat. She was clearly uncomfortable with expressing her desires to me. Embarrassed. Maybe even ashamed. It wasn’t until our fourth encounter that she started to really seem at ease with me.
So seeing her like this, eager to ask for what she wants, makes me pretty damn happy. I love that her confidence has grown so much over the past few months.
I blame that happiness for what I do next. “Why don’t you come over here and relax with me for a minute,” I say, gesturing her to my side of the booth.
She freezes, body going rigid. “Aren’t we relaxing now?”
I bite back a curse. I should have known better. I’ve done this before, pushed for more than what she’s willing to give me. It never ends well.
Kensie is pretty clear about what this is—and what it isn’t. She tells me about her fantasy. I make it come true. We both enjoy mind-blowing sex then go our separate ways. Rinse and repeat.
Post-fuck cuddles have never been on the menu.
And no matter how much I might want the situation to evolve, I know she’s not ready. Sometimes I wonder if she ever will be.
“Actually, I should probably get going,” she says, checking the silver watch on her wrist. “We both have to be up for work tomorrow, right?”
I sigh, irritation spiking. I’m annoyed at myself for asking for more. Annoyed at her for balking at the mere suggestion of sitting next to me in a booth. Pissed at the world, if I’m being honest.
So there’s a bite to my voice when I ask, “what’s on your work agenda for tomorrow?”
She visibly startles. That’s another rule we follow—no talking about our jobs. Or our friends. Families. Hobbies. Basically, anything that takes place outside of the walls of Club Wyld is off-limits.
I thought that was what I wanted, when this started. I had certainly never seen any of my subs outside of this place before.
So why does it feel so different with her?
I lift my whiskey glass. “We can’t have a friendly chat while we finish our drinks?”
