Chapters (27)
- Book Description
- About Lexi Blake
- Also from Lexi Blake
- Foreword from Rebecca Zanetti
- Acknowledgments from the Author
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Epilogue
- Discover the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection
- Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights
- Protected
- Momento Mori
- On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
She didn’t have a car anymore and there wasn’t a nice neat train station close by. She’d agreed that she wouldn’t play on nights Will and Bridget were playing or Mitch and Laurel, so she didn’t have a ride in. Will and Bridget had taken Fridays. Mitch and Laurel Saturdays, and that left Lisa with Thursdays and Sundays. One day she would work the nursery in exchange for her club access, and the other she would be allowed to play. Until she’d turned in her car. She certainly wasn’t going to force someone to pick her up and drop her off, and she’d looked at her budget and decided she didn’t have enough to Uber in and out twice a week. She’d canceled all her nursery workdays and was fairly certain that meant her membership was gone, too. She missed the club and all her friends there. One more thing Vallon had cost her. “Yes, I stopped going a while back. Guess it wasn’t for me after all. You know I tried it a time or two, but turns out I’m not as submissive as I thought.”
Oh, she was in bed. She loved it for sex, but he didn’t need to know that. He wasn’t interested in that.
His eyes searched hers and she could practically hear his “bullshit.” Not that it mattered. He could think what he liked. “I find that surprising. Wade Rycroft is a friend of mine, too, and he said you were the best trainee in your class.”
Wade Rycroft was the Dom in Residence at Sanctum, when he wasn’t off working as a bodyguard for McKay-Taggart. He’d led her training class and she’d found him to be a genuinely kind man. She’d always wished there had been something past friendship between them, but again, her pussy was a dumb creature.
“I’m an excellent student, Mr. Guidry. I like to do well, and sometimes that means compromising on what I want to get that A. It’s something about me.”
“It’s Remy, Lisa.” His words were low and deep, honey dripping from that sensual as sin mouth of his. “We’re not in the club. You don’t have to show me respect.”
“But isn’t it nice to simply respect everyone?” she replied. “Even people we don’t particularly have much in common with. It makes life much more pleasant.”