Page 136 of Receiving His Mercy
“I’m never going to convince Travis to let me go, am I?” She sighed.
“Nope.”
“Even if I take bodyguards?” Travis had mentioned that she wouldn’t go anywhere without him, but was that really feasible with his job?
“Nope.”
“What about if he comes?” she asked.
“You want him to go with you?”
“Part of me does. The other part of me doesn’t want him in a warzone. Which, yes, I realize is completely hypocritical of me.” She got up to pace. “This is my job, though.”
“I get it,” he said. “You can’t give up something you love.”
Caren sighed. Sometimes she wondered if she did love everything she did, though. She loved taking photos, getting that shot that would make people talk and think . . . but did she want to put herself in danger to get those photos? Did she want to put other people in risky situations? That seemed selfish and wrong.
“I do love it. But perhaps I can change the sort of images I’m taking. I don’t necessarily have to put myself at risk to get amazing photos.”
“Then maybe you should think about what that looks like.”
Yeah.
Maybe she should.
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Caren glanced behind her as they headed into the club on Tuesday night.
That was the third time since leaving the apartment. His stomach tightened. He hadn’t sensed any risk so what was going on? Was his radar off?
“What are you looking for? Did you see something?” he asked as he took in their surroundings.
Still nothing.
“Oh, I was just wondering if Tyler was still following me.”
This brat.
He paused and turned to her. Tonight she was wearing a different outfit. A bright pink, loose singlet was paired with tight orange shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They rode up her ass so he could see the bottom of her cheeks poking out.
He'd been hard as nails ever since she’d walked out of the bedroom. In fact, he’d very nearly kept her home.
But he knew how much she wanted to play at the club.
“Are you wanting some punishment, baby?” he murmured.
Her eyes widened. “What? No!”
“No? Are you sure? Because being sassy will get your mouth stuffed with something. Maybe a ball gag. Maybe a cock. And it will definitely result in you going over my knee to get your ass spanked.”
Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed heavily.
Oh yeah.
She wanted that.
Fuck. It was no wonder he was hard as nails. She was perfect for him.
