Page 17 of Blinded
“Of course, it is. What are the odds you run into a patient – the worst patient you’ve had in years, no less – and he turns out to be not only a Dominant but also someone highly compatible with your desires?”
Sandra shrugged, not realizing Ruby couldn’t see her. “Dunno.”
“It might be divine intervention,” Ruby teased.
Sandra scoffed. “You don’t believe that, do you?”
Ruby made a non-committal sound before she turned serious again. “If you haven’t called me by eleven, I’ll show up at your apartment.”
“Thank you, Ruby.”
“I mean it, honey. I might bring Will with me, too.”
Sandra chuckled and shook her head. Count on Ruby to pull out the big guns. “Speaking of Will, anything more going on between the two of you?” Sandra took the opportunity to change the subject. They chatted a bit about Will and how Ruby felt divided between getting more serious with the big Dom or exploring more with Bob. They ended the phone call with Sandra promising to call Ruby when GT left.
Sandra glanced at the time on her phone. If GT was punctual – and she would bet her right hand he was – she only had twenty-five minutes left to tidy up, take a shower and change.
With a bag of Chinese food in his left hand and a messenger bag over his shoulder, GT exited the elevator into a beautiful, classically decorated hallway. Sandra lived in a nice apartment building in the Power and Light district. An apartment with guest parking and who knows what other amenities, had to cost at least $1,500 a month. He didn’t know what she made as a PT, but he was surprised she could afford a home like this.
Her apartment was opposite the elevator and GT crossed the hall.
Sandra opened the door. Apparently, the concierge had already informed her of his arrival. “Good evening, GT.” She sounded reserved.
He pressed a kiss on her cheek. If the gesture surprised her, she didn’t show it. He held up the bags and smiled. “I brought the food.”
“Smells divine.” She gestured for him to come in and closed the door behind him. “You can hang your coat in the closet on your right. Please take off your shoes.”
“Of course, you have beautiful wood floors.”
She inclined her head in a graceful gesture and held out her hands for the bags. “Shall I take these to the living room?”
GT handed her the takeout and his messenger bag, shrugged out of his coat, and toed off his boots. He followed her into the spacious living quarters with an open kitchen and a breathtaking view of the city.
“Do you want to sit at the bar or the table?”
Her question pulled him away from the view and to her. Sandra wore a cashmere sweater and dark blue jeans. She had her long hair up in a ponytail. Although the fabric and fit of the clothes screamed expensive, the casual attire also broadcasted ‘this isn’t a date or I would have primped more.’ There was nothing he liked more than a challenge, and she’d thrown down the gauntlet. Good thing he hadn’t brought flowers, though. GT studied the bar with its granite top and high stools and the cozy seating area with a low table and comfortable couch and chairs. “Table.”
If she was on to him, she didn’t show it, but the more she tried to keep her distance, the more he would push for intimacy.
“Please take a seat.”
GT decided on a chair and hoped she would sit opposite him. Sandra settled on the couch and he suppressed the urge to smile. They both enjoyed the meal while they discussed the latest ideas coming out of Jeff City and the upcoming elections. GT found he liked talking with her. Their political beliefs lined up and he couldn’t help but wonder what other things they had in common.
GT leaned back as he cleared his third plate. Sandra had placed her cutlery on her plate in a formal way. It showed she had finished eating and had had lessons in etiquette. He’d never expected to find a woman who ticked all his boxes, but Sandra seemed designed to his specifications. Why had it taken him so long to see her for who she was? Time to steer the conversation to more interesting topics. “Let’s talk about our arrangements, okay?”
“Sure, but could you give me a moment to clean up first?” Sandra rose with her plate in hand.
GT smiled. “Of course, let me help.” GT rose, too, holding his own plate. “By the way, did you make that safe call?”
Sandra nodded. “Ruby expects to hear from me before eleven.”
GT followed her to the kitchen. “I’m pleased you have such a friend.”
Sandra grinned. “She threatened to bring Will.” GT rubbed his chin and Sandra’s smile widened. “He’s a cop when he isn’t tying women at the club.”
“Ahh.”
“Would you like coffee or ice cream? I have decaf.” Sandra gestured to her Nespresso machine.
