Page 49 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Sixteen

Sunlight bombardedthe bedroom, waking Nora from one of the most restful sleeps she’d had in a long time. Probably since she’d taken the job at Antonio’s flower shop.

Every attempt to block the rays from dragging her from sleep failed. She threw back the covers and made her way to the washroom. The little bell attached to the leather collar Greg had put around her neck signaled her movements.

Once done relieving herself and washing up, she took a long look in the mirror. Her hair needed attention pretty bad. The humidity was really fucking with it, and all his hair pulling wasn’t helping.

Touching the collar, she smiled. It was wrong to be so happy at something meant to be so humiliating. But she still couldn’t stop the grin from tugging at her lips.

Now that Greg knew everything—well, all the important bits—she could relax. He wouldn’t let the cops pick her up for the murder. He’d protect her.

And for once, just this one time, she’d let him. It felt good not to carry that worry. Giving it to him, just for a day or two would give her a chance to see the situation with more clarity.

Her father had warned her against trusting people too quickly. Telling her on more than one occasion, trust had to be earned.

Looking at her wrists, she sighed. He’d taken the cuffs off before settling her into bed.

It was fun, this playing with him. The escape from being so independent, so strong all the damn time. She decided to lap it up while she could.

Bernie would have a plan to get her out of this mess, and Greg would see that he wasn’t someone to be afraid of. Bernie was on her side.

A chill ran through her when the air kicked on again and started to blow through the floor vent. She needed clothes today, at least a robe.

She hadn’t found walking around naked in front of Greg to be a problem. Especially after he seemed to react so animalistically to her curves, even the smaller of them.

If only they’d met at a different time. When things weren’t so convoluted, so dangerous. It would be different. She could give him more of what he wanted, more of what she found she enjoyed.

“Yes, I understand. I’ll wait to hear back from you.” Greg’s no-fuss voice came from down the hall when she opened the bathroom door. Who was he talking to?

“I have things under control here. Yes, sir.”

What the hell.

Holding the bell steady to keep it from making noise, she stepped into the hallway and eased her way toward the kitchen where his voice was coming from.

He shuffled around the kitchen, moving dishes, making it harder to understand him when he spoke again.

“...no, sir. I don’t think that’s needed yet. Of course.”

What was needed?

“Tomorrow?”

His footsteps came closer. Deciding getting caught would make it harder to find out anything useful later on, she hightailed it back to the bathroom.

Once inside, she left the door cracked and pressed her ear near it.

“Goodbye.”

Shit! He’d finished the call!

She let out a long slow breath, willing her heart to calm down. She couldn’t run off halfcocked. Maybe he was checking in at work. Maybe he was just talking to one of the safe cops his brother was supposed to be putting him in touch with. There were other conclusions than betrayal to jump to.

“Nora?” he called from the other side of the door.

She jumped back to the sink and began running her fingers through her hair frantically.

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