T’es un idiot. Whether because I wasn’t going in or because I was here was entirely up for debate.
I eyed the suitcase on the seat next to me. I’d carried it up onto the ferry deck with me since I hadn’t been allowed to stay in my car for the ride from the mainland to Vancouver Island. Yeah, no one was going to break into my car, but I couldn’t bear the thought of being away from my toys.
Movement caught my eye.
Jack stood at the open front door, his arms wrapped around himself and his hair whipping in the bitter February wind. Off the fucking Pacific Ocean. A place I’d never been. I’d visited the Atlantic, of course. But even when I’d played in California, I’d never had time to run out to see this vast expanse of water.
Our gazes clashed.
I read the uncertainty. The trepidation. Likely mirrored my own—but I couldn’t show that weakness. In other contexts, I didn’t always consider weakness a disaster. In this moment, though? Catastrophic. He needed me on my game.
My A-game.
I exited my car. I moved around the back and made my way to my passenger side. As if I had all the time in the world, I opened the door and removed my suitcase. I slammed the door shut.
Jack jerked as if he’d been shot.
Another gust of wind.
“Are you coming in?” Jack’s voice shook.
I advanced toward him.
He held his ground.
I continued to watch him. Then, I took a deep breath. “When I step into this cabin, I’m in charge. Completely. I tellyou when to eat, when to sleep, when to piss, and when to—” I floundered.Damn. I had this all worked out in my mind.Seeing his dark-brown eyes, all needy and ready to submit, derailed me. We hadn’t gone into specifics—no texting and all that—but I’d assumed the invitation had been extended, at least in part, because of the BDSM.
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you want. Give me six days.”
As I’d made the trip—from the ferry terminal in West Vancouver to Nanaimo and then the drive to Tofino—I’d had time to plan this all out. Six hours of anticipation.
Well, really a week and a half since I’d answered his text and agreed to this.
A week and a half of anticipation. Of no communication except in a professional capacity. No texting. No Facetiming. Just…anticipation.
“I’m glad we understand each other.” I handed him the suitcase. “You may put this in the bedroom. Then I want a tour.”
“And…?”
“Dinner, negotiations and, if we’re on the same page, our first scene tonight.”
He licked his lips.
Another gust of wind blew.
He stood aside so I could enter first.
“Good boy.” I uttered the words as I passed him.
Jack always fell into submission so easily.How the fuck was he married for all those years and his idiot ex-husband never noticed?That word again.Sorry, Maman. If the shoe fits…
Speaking of shoes—I toed off my sneakers. Then stepped from the entrance way into the main room.
I could admit to my breath being stolen.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. The front of the cabin was one story, but the ceiling height in this room had to be sixteen feet. Icouldn’t fathom how much sun would pour in during the day and as the sun set, since the cabin faced due west.
The ocean churned with constant waves of white. The sky beyond was a foreboding dark gray as far as the eye could see.