Page 52 of Prey Tell
“Doubtful,” he murmurs.
I sign the contract and pass it to him. He signs it as well.
“I’ll have Luna email you a copy.” His eyes flick up to mine. “You’ve probably had a busy morning. Why don’t you go rest for an hour in the bedroom?”
“Do you normally share your bedroom with your subs?” I ask before I can think to keep my mouth closed.
His jaw tightens. “Not normally, no.”
I don’t play here. Normally.
He stands up and walks back to the safe, essentially dismissing me. Showing up uninvited. Invading his bedroom. Forcing him to play. Maybe I truly am going to be a thorn in his side.
CHAPTERTEN
THE HIKE
Chase
Have fun hunting, little brother. I hope you catch something worthwhile. ;)
I swirl the scotch in my glass as I stare down at my phone, re-reading my brother’s text from last night. I should’ve caught on when he sent it. Miles has always been a meddler—always scheming and planning. Despite being the quiet one, he likes to stir shit up, but only if that shit has nothing to do with him. He is the epitome of the meme of the little girl smirking while the area behind her is on fire. It’s what makes him an amazing CEO of Ravage Consulting Firm. He’s always observing, always digesting the world in a way that keeps him separate from it. Because we deal with investments, his marketing brain is always thinking up ways to get our name out there. Always thinking of how we’re seen by others. Always adjusting our business strategy according to his examinations of the world.
Unfortunately, he saw Parker and I sneak off together at her engagement party and put two and two together. He asked me about it no less than a dozen times.
Though his interests lie elsewhere, he knows I like to play. We are close. And we spend way too much time together at the office for him tonotnotice. And I know from my Ring footage—as well as the front gate visitors notification—that Juliet had been in my apartment last night.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d said something to her.
Fucking Miles.He’s like a serious, grumpy version of Lady Whistledown.
I finish my scotch.
I don’t normally drink this early in the day, but my whole body is thrumming with need. I feel like a caged animal, ready to pounce. The second Parker signed her name away, I knew I was a goner.
Three days.
I can restrain myself for three days, can’t I? The problem is, normally my submissives are strangers. I don’t get tangled up with people I know personally. I didn’t go over the list of available subs for the weekend—assuming I’d try a few different ones out over the course of the long weekend. Everything about this situation with Parker goes against my own rules. Three days. Which means three nights. I’ve never slept with the same woman for more than one night. That’s when things get messy. But I couldn’t resist Parker. I couldn’t resist the way she blew back into my life.
Willing.
Interested.
Maybe it’s not the worst thing. I can be a guide for her—teach her what she needs to know.
I pour myself more scotch as I lean back on the couch and rub my eyes.
I can show her. I can educate her. And on Monday, we’ll go our separate ways. She wants to be a part of this community? Fine. I’ll guide her as much as I can. Maybe at the end of this, she’ll know how to choose a man who can give her the pleasure she needs.
Grimacing, I take another sip.
Thinking about another man touching her like I want to touch her—
Fuck.
I am royally fucked.
And Juliet is so… good. Open. Approachable.Vulnerable.
