Page 66 of Taming Her

She nodded.

He smiled, then his gaze slipped to his right. “Hello, Ray, how are you?”

“Griff, nice to see you.”

Ray was tall and slender, his neck long, his receding hair short. He wore a pale gray shirt open two buttons and smart trousers. His attention was on Ava.

“New sub?” he asked.

“A new challenge.” Griff chuckled. “Sit, my friend, let me get you a drink.”

“Thanks, it would be good to catch up.”

Ray sat and crossed his legs, his heel nearly catching on the table.

Griff held up his hand.

A passing waitress with black lipstick and the smallest corseted waist Ava had ever seen stopped. “Yes, Sir?”

“Two brandies and a Coke, please.”

“Certainly, Mr. Dix.” She nodded and walked off, her small ass looking amazing in the tight black shorts.

“So where’d you find her?” Ray asked, gesturing to Ava.

“Friend of old,” Griff said, stroking her hair. “We ran into each other.”

“Lucky old you.” Ray laughed and pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He set them on the table along with a lighter. “She’s a pretty little thing.”

Ava stared at them. She hadn’t thought about a smoke for days. But now, with all the new stuff going on and the lingering tobacco in the air, she really fancied one.

“Lucky to a point,” Griff said, settling back in the chair with the lead held loosely in his hand. “She’s been without rules for a long time. No discipline whatsoever.”

“Ah, I see, always takes a while to bend that sort into shape.”

“Yes, a lot of bending has been required.”

Ava pressed her lips together. The urge to butt in, add her thoughts on the subject rather than being spoken about was hard. But she didn’t want to break Griff’s rules.

Not yet anyway.

He enjoyed having them. Enjoyed her obeying him. But there’d be a point she pushed the boundaries again… that was who she was.

“So you won’t be playing with any of your usual subs tonight,” Ray said.

“No.” Griff’s jaw tensed. He didn’t look at Ava.

“Can’t usually keep you out of the playroom.”

“Not quite true.” He nodded at the waitress who put the three drinks on the table.

Ava bristled. What the hell did that mean? Couldn’t usually keep out of the playroom. What the bloody hell was a playroom anyway? And what did Griff do in there with his usual subs?

She pouted at him.

He frowned. “Have a drink, Ava. It’s warm in here.”

She snatched up her Coke. A splash landed on her hand. She licked it off then took a deep slug.

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