“I was hoping I’d figure that out once I got here.”
“I’ll admit I’m hesitant on telling you more about me, but there’s something about you that has me curious.”
“I’d really like to know.”
“Very well.” I reach into the inside pocket of my coat to pull out a card. “Do not look at this until after I leave, understand?” He nods enthusiastically. It’s adorable. “Once I explain what I am looking for, I will leave this room and go home. If you decide you want more information, you can give me a call. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.”
I offer him the card. He takes it and shoves it into his pants pocket. Not even a glance at it. He follows direction well, and that is another plus.
“I am looking for a specific, uncommon type of lifestyle. I don’t do typical relationships, but I do have needs and cravings.I am particular about most things, and I live a busy life. My profession requires me to be discreet, and it is my top priority. What I am looking for would take a lot of your time. Most of it, in fact.”
I don’t know why I’m stalling. I’ve never been hesitant about telling someone about this before—not after feeling them out. And I suddenly realize it’s because I’m worried about what he will think. I want him to want this too. Maybe because I’m becoming desperate since it’s been so long, or maybe because there is something about him that has spiked my interest.
“I’d like to own you, in every aspect.” If he’s surprised by this, he doesn’t show it. “I am here to look for a slave. And due to your inexperience, I’m sure you don’t quite know what that means. I beg you not to look it up on the internet, as it’s riddled with misinformation.” I get to my feet, and button my suit jacket. “If you’re curious to know more when you wake in the morning, give me a call.”
I feel his eyes on me all the way to the door. I honestly have no idea if he’s going to call.
Chapter Three
Cassius
“Where did you go?” Abe, the closest thing I have to a friend, hisses as I step off the elevator into the main room. “I was about to call security.”
I roll my eyes and grab his arm, pulling him toward the parking lot. “I’ll tell you all about it when we get to the car.”
We hurry out of the club and into the cold air, moving toward the parking lot where we jump into his beat-up pick up that runs only half the time.
“Okay, tell me,” he urges.
“No, not here.” I look around, not wantinghimto see me. It’s embarrassing. “Hurry up,” I say. “Let’s go.” I tap the dash.
Abe lets out a frustrated sound but shoves the key into the ignition to start it. The truck backfires as we take off, the vents blasting out cool air, and I lean further into the seat to hide from watching eyes.
“You can get up now,” he says a few moments later, sounding annoyed.
I sit up, looking out the window to see the highway.
“I get this isn’t the best looking vehicle, but Lord, Cass, you could at least pretend it’s not the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever seen.”
“I’m sorry, I, uh… I met him.”
“Youwhat?” he barks. The car swerves and I grab onto theoh, shithandle to hold on for dear life. Abe straightens the car out, and I glare at him before answering.
“I’d rather not die tonight, so can you pay attention to the road? It’s icy as hell.”
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I got excited.”
“I found him,” I finally say. “Well, he found me. That’s why I disappeared.”
“And? What is it? What does he want you to do? Oh, is he hot? Please tell me he’s hot!”
“Oh, he’s hot,” I say, recalling everything about him. The sharp features, the dark gaze, the strong and defined chin… yeah, he’s hot as hell.
“Like David Duchovny?”
“David Duchovny?!” I screech.