Page 41 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“Maybe. BDSM is my outlet. And I genuinely love it. So how ’bout it?”

“How about what?” I return even though I know what she’s asking.

“You and me. We’d make a good Dom and sub.”

“How do you know?”

She rubs her arms against the cold. It’s colder than usual for San Francisco. I would have thought someone from the Midwest could handle the cold, but Casey isn’t dressed for any kind of winter.

“I just do,” she replies.

I pull her into me to warm her up.

“You think so too,” she adds, snuggling into my side, “or you wouldn’t have agreed to go out with me.”

“I wanted to explore the potential,” I correct her.

“And?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“What else do you need to know to make your decision?”

She’s still shivering, and I think to call it a night. But then I see the cat poke its head around the recycling bin.

“Don’t move,” I say quietly to Casey.

She sees it too. The cat looks at the chicken, then us, then the chicken. It takes a step forward, then retreats. We watch it as it takes several tentative motions toward the chicken. Halfway between the chicken and the recycling bin, it stops, ready to rush back to relative safety. When it feels more confident, it advances to the chicken. I tighten my embrace on Casey.

The cat makes it to the chicken, grabs it, and runs off.

“You look like you’re going to end up with hypothermia if we stay out here much longer,” I say and start walking her out of the alley.

“Look, I’m not asking for a long-term commitment,” she says. “What’s the harm in us playing one more time? If you like it, we can do some more. If not, we move on. It’s not like either one of us will have a hard time finding another partner.”

I pretend to give it a moment’s thought before answering, “Okay. Tomorrow night. Club de Sade at ten o’clock.”

The truth is, I wouldn’t mind playing with her again.

“Awesome,” she replies.

I nod toward her car and ‘chauffer.’ “You should get home in case your parents start to worry.”

She smiles. “Club de Sade at ten!”

I watch her hurry across the street to her car. Once she leaves, I get into my car and call Andrian. It’s midday in Moscow.

“Nakonets!” Andrian answers. “You have an update, yes?”

“More than that,” I reply. “I have a plan.”

Chapter thirteen

Casey

I’m over the moon. I can’t remember feeling so excited about a guy before. Not since I was a tweener and got to meet my favorite boy band after their concert. The non-date couldn’t have gone better. Even though I was starting to freeze my ass off in that alley, I got to have his arm around me. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good because I’m mostly interested in his BDSM skills, but his embrace had felt warm and protective.

“Got you some noodles,” I tell Chase as I open the car door. “I’ll drive.”

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