Page 31 of The Sadist and the Brat

“Absolutely,” Olivia said.

Rebecca held up three fingers. “Scouts’ honor.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” Nikki said somberly, and leaned forward.

“I want to climb him like a tree and sit on his face,” Sadie admitted and gulped the last of her wine.

“Damn,” Nikki breathed.

“I knew it,” Olivia crowed.

“Where’d you leave it with him?” Rebecca wanted to know.

“I’m supposed to get my limits list to him by Wednesday.”

Rebecca frowned. “At James and Amanda’s party?”

“No, he gave me his card so I can email it,” Sadie said and, remembering, laughed. “Which is another thing.”

“What’s another thing?” Olivia asked, and Sadie rose and headed for the desk in the corner of the room.

She opened a drawer, plucked out the little white card, and returned to her seat. “Here.”

Olivia took it and stared at it with a frown. “It just has his name.”

Sadie settled back in her chair. “Turn it over.”

Olivia flipped it over, blinked twice, then began laughing.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” Rebecca said and leaned over to snatch the card out of Olivia’s hand. “Oh, my God!”

“What does it say?” Nikki asked as Rebecca collapsed into laughter.

“His email address is Jack at RestingDickFace dot net,” Sadie told her.

“Which Sadie is always calling him,” Rebecca put in between giggles.

“Someone must have filled him in.” Sadie frowned. “I wonder who?”

“Everybody knows you call him that,” Rebecca told her, and tossed the card on the coffee table.

“Did you look at the web page?” Olivia wanted to know.

“Yeah.” Sadie picked up her wine. “It’s just a picture of his face, in full resting dick mode.”

“You’re kidding.” Rebecca’s eyes had gone round with delight. “That’sfantastic.”

“It kind of is,” Sadie admitted.

“So, to recap—he’s a trustworthy Dom, he’s hot as fuck, and he knows how to laugh.” Olivia waited a beat. “So why aren’t you climbing him like a tree and sitting on his face?”

“Fear,” Nikki said, and everyone turned to look at her. “What?”

“You’re not wrong,” Sadie admitted, and had all three faces swiveling her way again. “It does feel scary.”

“Good scary, like ‘this could be fun but I’ve never done it before so I’m nervous’, or bad scary, like ‘my lizard brain is trying to protect me’?” Rebecca wanted to know.

“I don’t know.”

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