Page 4 of The Sadist and the Brat

He ran his hands over it with obvious delight. “Me, too. Where are you off to?”

“I’m trying to find Nikki. I promised to be a friendly face for her demo.”

“Right, pervertables.” Sam nodded. “Colette was going to volunteer us for that, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get the night off.”

Sam’s job as an emergency room nurse kept him away from a lot of club events, especially since he’d switched to the night shift.

“How’s work going?”

“Bloody, stressful, and exhausting.”

“You love it.”

“Every minute,” he said with a smile. “I better go. I’m supposed to be fetching Colette a drink.”

She flicked a gaze over his shoulder at the bar, and the line that now wound halfway through the room. “If you can get Olivia’s attention, she’ll shuffle you to the front of the line.”

“I just might do that. When are we doing WWW again?”

WWW was short for Whine & Wine Wednesday, the semi-regular gathering of submissives she hosted in her apartment. “This Wednesday is Halloween, so next week?”

“I’m off that night, so it’s a date.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t get into trouble at the demo.”

Sadie laid a hand on her chest and forced her eyes wide. “Who, me?”

“Yeah, you.” He flicked a finger down her nose. “And don’t bother with the Little Miss Innocent look, because I’m not buying it.”

Sadie wasn’t sure if she should laugh or be offended. “I do know how to behave in public, you know.”

“Except when you have a chance to annoy Jack.”

“I’m just being me,” she countered. “It’s not my fault he’s so easily annoyed.”

“Right.”

She narrowed her eyes at his grin. “Stop provoking me and go get your lady her drink.”

“Yes ma’am,” he drawled, and snorted when she crossed her eyes at him. “Be good.”

“Said the pot to the kettle,” she called after him, and took a minute to admire the flex of his ass in the leather shorts as he walked away.

“Sadie, there you are.”

Sadie turned with a smile for the very grown-up, very sexy Wednesday Addams hurrying toward her. “Hi, Rebecca. Great costume.”

“I need your help,” Rebecca said, ignoring the compliment, and grabbed Sadie’s hand. “Come with me.”

Sadie fell into step beside her. “What’s up?”

“It’s Nikki,” Rebecca said, sounding uncharacteristically grim, her stride eating up the floor. Sadie had to hustle to keep up. “I need you to help me convince her to go home.”

“She’s supposed to bottom for Jack in the pervertables demo.” Sadie dodged a naked woman with a rainbow tail and a unicorn horn being led on a leash by someone dressed as Deadpool.

“I know, but she can’t.” Rebecca frowned after Deadpool and the unicorn. “I don’t get that.”

“I’ll explain later. Why can’t Nikki do the demo?”

“Because she broke her ankle today.” Rebecca stopped at the edge of one of the conversation areas that had been set up around the warehouse for the event. Perched on the velvet sofa, her mouth tight with pain, was Nikki.

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