Page 41 of Faith

“I highly doubt that.”

“Still, you will have to deal with the situation. Letting it go will just cause even more problems.”

“Fine.”

“Are you going home now?”

“Yes,” he said, suddenly feeling tired. “I need a good night’s rest.”

“Better to deal with it in the morning.”

He didn’t know if he could wait until the morning, but he decided not to argue with Micah. Jensen wasn’t in the mood for more advice.

He made his way out of the club and texted John. It only took a couple minutes for his driver to arrive out front.

“Short night, sir,” he remarked.

“Too tired and not interested at the moment. Let’s make our way home, John.”

Jensen slipped into the car.

“Of course,” he said, shutting the door.

As they drove home, John didn’t try to talk. A sign of a good driver. He knew when Jensen didn’t want to talk.

Instead, he opened his window letting the cool Hawaiian night air drift over him. He had to deal with Nicola and this lie between them. He knew he didn’t have a right to know everything about her life. She was his employee, like John. He had no idea what kind of woman John liked, or if he even liked women. Nicola was different than John, than anyone else in his life. She’d made sure he didn’t step over that line, and the one time he did, she was there to help him through the recovery. Why hadn’t she told him? She hadn’t shared this part of her life, as if he wasn’t good enough to know about it.

Nicola was secretive about only one thing: her last few years of skating and her relationship with Oliver. Or at least, he thought there was only one thing. She had been a submissive longer than he had been a Dom. That was why she knew it would be good for him and his control issues.

And why was she a sub? He would think she would make an excellent Domme. Hell, the woman liked to control everything in her life—and his. If anything, he knew it originated with that Oliver chap. Something had been off there, but since she wouldn’t talk about those last few years, he never asked.

How was he going to deal with this? They would have to talk about it. He couldn’t hint because she would divert any discussion of her love life with sarcasm. He would be forced to confront her. They might not ever have a D/s relationship…

Fuck, that wasn’t true. He had wanted her before, craved her in fact. Now, it was going to be hard to resist at least one session with her. Hell, he was getting hard just thinking about it. It was wrong, and he didn’t believe in shagging their employees. Still, this was different.Theywere different. It was complicated and there was nothing he could do to fix the issue. If she said no, he would go with her decision.

But at the moment, he wanted one thing: Nicola under his control and at his mercy.

* * *

A soft breezefiltered over Nicola just as she was waking up. She could smell the sea and flowers. She drew in a huge breath, then released it as she took stock of her body. Her head was clear. Just one drink these days was enough to make her sleepy, and that was why she had used a taxi service for her trip into Honolulu. Still, she felt great.

She opened her eyes and realized the sun had already risen over the horizon. For the first time in a long time, she dawdled in bed. Usually she was up and going right off the bat, but with Jensen still in Maui, she had little to do today.

She thought about last night. It had been fun to see Micah’s club, but she’d hoped to make a connection, even if only for a night. But no Dom had interested her. She’d walked into that club and instantly started coming up with excuses why none of them would suit. Even as Micah had suggested one or two of them, she had reasons why the Dom was wrong for her. Too tall, too dark, too…American. So, she’d headed to the bar for a drink, knowing that kept her from playing for the night.

There was a knock at the door and she thought it would be Marta.

She pulled her covers up over her bare breasts, since she’d only slept in her panties.

“Come in.”

When the door opened, she was shocked to see Jensen there. He was still wearing his blue silk robe and pajama pants, but his chest was bare. She tried not to notice the thin line of hair that bisected his abs, then disappeared beneath the waistband of his pajamas.

“Nicola?”

She forced herself to look up at his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I came home last night.”

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