Page 523 of Deep Pockets

“You know how I feel about douchebag names.” Big Tag shook his head.

A groan came from Chef’s mouth. “He has a list.”

“Arlo, Milo, Kylo,” Big Tag began. “Basically all the o’s. Except dildo. If someone is named Dildo, I’ll totally let them in. Ephram, Jeremiah. Basically anyone who sounds like they do civil war reenactments on weekends. Then you’ve got the moneybags. Chet, Thad, Brock. Oh, and anyone named Chazz. If you sound like you belong on a reality dating show, you’re out.”

“Because Seth doesn’t rank on any of those lists,” Chef shot back.

Big Tag shrugged. “Not my call. Charlie shot down John Wayne Taggart. Apparently when you shove a ten-pound baby out your hoo haw, you get naming rights. Also, I have zero intention of ever letting this one or the girls anywhere near my club. They can start their own. So will you do it?”

“Do what?” His head was kind of spinning. He wasn’t sure if he was being asked to do something at the club or change his name to something more manly than Sebastian.

He was probably going to turn them down on the latter.

“Will you take on a private training class with a billionaire and decide whether or not he gets access to the club?” Big Tag huffed a little like Sebastian needed to get with his highly reasonable program.

Chef held out a hand. “Don’t fall into his trap. He’s not telling you the whole story.”

He got the feeling he was going to need to sit down again. Unfortunately, Big Tag and his ten-pound addition were occupying the chair he’d sat in previously. He eased into the one to Big Tag’s right. “What’s the catch?”

“He wants a sub to train his females. Another female. Preferably one who can relate to them,” Chef explained. “And he would prefer a couple. He wants a long-term D/s couple to train him and his subs.”

“There are several couples who would fit the bill.” Why were they asking him? He didn’t even have a submissive he played with on a regular basis. “Deena and Eric would be excellent.”

Eric and Deena Vail were a lovely couple who happened to be regulars at Sanctum. Sebastian admired the hell out of Eric, who was taking on the role of executive chef at the new Fort Worth Top.

“Yeah, Eric’s kind of busy with the opening,” Chef replied. “If I ask him to do anything else, he might explode. I know you’re busy, too, but it’s not your name on the door. And Deena’s got her hands full.”

He got why the two Taggarts in the room couldn’t handle it. Their wives had recently had babies. “You have two other brothers. They both have subs.”

Big Tag shook his head. “Nah. Case and Mia would work well, but Mia’s on a story and I can’t count on her to be around. It’s the private jet. Give a woman a personal jet and she takes off. As for Theo and Erin, well, Theo’s still kind of a bag of cats when it comes to memory and Erin would likely shoot the subs if they annoyed her. She’s cool that way. So really it’s just you. It makes sense when you think about it. Outside of Wade, you spend the most time in the club working. Wade’s working with the bodyguard unit at McKay-Taggart right now so he can’t do the extensive training needed to make it look good with a sub.”

Yes, and there was still a problem with the scenario. Wade Rycroft was the Dom in residence at Sanctum, but apparently his day job was getting in the way. Sebastian had problems of his own. “I don’t have a sub.”

There was a knock on the door and it opened suddenly. Tiffany Hayes stood there wearing jean shorts, flip-flops, and a shirt that explained how she spoke fluent sarcasm. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and apparently she’d been called away from her art. Not only were there flecks of paint on her hands, there was a nice streak of blue by her chin.

Deep blue. Like her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Chef.” She started to back out. “I didn’t realize you were having a meeting. Anyway, I’m here. I came as soon as I got your message. I’ll wait out in the front.”

Chef shook his head. “Don’t bother. Come inside. You’re a part of this meeting, too. I need you to be Sebastian’s submissive for a few weeks.”

What the hell was happening? At least he had a partner now. Going up against the Taggarts on his own might have been tough, but now Tiffany would shake her head and explain there was zero chance of that happening.

He turned, ready to back up her absolutely reasonable indignation.

She smiled brightly. “Sure. Sounds like a blast. Oh, my god, is that the new baby? Can I hold him?”

She squealed a little as Big Tag started to lift the kid out of his pouch, and when she bounced up and down, her breasts did the same.

And just like that he was totally uncomfortable.

And completely trapped.

Chapter Two

Tiffany tried to concentrate on the baby in her arms. It shouldn’t be hard. She adored babies and this one was a cutie. Seth Taggart was doing that baby grin that was probably more about gas than smiling. It was the kind of thing that made her heart clench and forced her to relax and forget about everything but the sweet kid she was holding.

But Sebastian was in the room. Big, gorgeous, stick-up-his-muscular-backside Sebastian.

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