Page 23 of Blinded
The man is stubbornness personified; why did I think he would let go?
“Well …” Sandra sighed. “It’s like this. I was engaged once, and I found out he was using me. I tend to be suspicious of people’s intentions. I should have trusted you, though. Really GT, I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, hana. You don’t have to repeat it. However … ” GT stroked his chin, and she could hear the rasp of his beard stubble. “There’s something else you once said that puzzles me.”
Sandra lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
“You told me I was too perfect.”
She stiffened. “When did I say that?”
He tipped his head to stare directly into her eyes. “Does it matter?”
She couldn’t hold his gaze and turned her head to watch the waiter passing by. GT was silent, and when she looked back, he hadn’t moved. Damned doms and their notorious patience.
“It’s just that I shouldn’t like you, but I do.”
“You do like me.” He looked pleased by her confession, but his expression quickly changed. “Wait. What do you mean you shouldn’t like me?”
He looked baffled. Poor guy, she was sure she made no sense to him, but Sandra wasn’t willing to tell him about her parents or explain more about David.
“Well, you hate PTs.” Even to her, it sounded lame.
“Try again, hana.” GT’s reprimand was clear from his tone of voice.
Sandra closed her eyes. “Okay, look. You’re a successful doctor. Most parents would find you quite the catch.”
GT raised an eyebrow. “Most parents should want their daughter to find a man who loves her.”
Sandra made an impolite sound. “Yeah, right, love won’t pay the mortgage.”
“Seems to me you’re doing pretty well on your own. It’s not like you live in a cardboard box,” he shot back.
Sandra's shoulders drew up, and she pressed her elbows into her sides. No way would she confess her father insisted on paying half her rent because he wanted his baby-girl comfortable and safe in an apartment she couldn’t afford on her own.
If he’d read her unease, he didn’t show it, and they ended up in a stare down that would send a Maori rugby player running for the hills.
“Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?”
Sandra almost jumped out of her chair at the waiter’s sudden appearance. She forced a smile on her face as she gathered her composure and placed her order. GT followed suit.
When the waiter left, GT picked up her hand again. “I have the feeling you aren’t telling me everything. I don’t like secrets between us. Why won’t you trust me?”
“It’s more that I don’t trust myself,” Sandra muttered. She peeked from under her lashes at him and met another raised eyebrow.
Time to end this line of questioning. “Fine, we can have sex.”
He leaned back. “It’s not that I wouldn’t like having sex with you, Sandra. The only variety my dick experiences is when I use my left hand instead of my right.” Sandra gaped at him, and GT winked. “But I want to know what changed your mind.”
“Does it matter?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” He gave her a stern look. “Using sex to divert me from more important topics does. Is that what you’re doing?”
GT studied the woman before him with interest. She was a mystery in many respects, but this tactic he read like an open book. She was hiding something, and she’d expected to get him off topic with the mention of sex. It might have worked on a lesser man. Hell, it might even have worked on him ten years ago, but Kinbaku had shown him more than skills with ropes. He had become more observant and was much more patient than before. Oh, he might be an arrogant short-fused asshole in vanilla settings, but not when it came to BDSM and sex. He wasn’t sure what he was like when it came to love, but it was too soon to go there.
After the intense scene yesterday, her guard would be down, and he wouldn’t take advantage – blue balls or not. If his cock could talk, it would be screaming its head off, though. The insistent bugger had saluted her the moment she walked into the restaurant and hadn’t settled down since.
“When we have sex, it will be because you want it so much, you’ll beg for it, hana, not because you think you can lead me around by my dick.” He’d seen a submissive man walking with a cock ring and a leash attached to it at a club, but it didn’t interest him in the least. “And, to be honest, you wouldn’t enjoy it that way, either.”
