Page 42 of Faith

She blinked. “You weren’t here when I got home for the evening.”

“No.” His mouth curved. “I stopped off at Rough ’n Ready.”

For a moment, her brain shut down. He was at Rough ‘n Ready? Shit. She cleared her throat.

“Is that a fact? Did you have a good time?”

Until then, he had stood near her door, but now he walked into the room. His bare feet made no noise as he padded across the wood floor.

“I did, in a way.”

Her heart sank. And why should that happen? If he was occupied with another sub, she could get on with her search for a new Dom to play with.

“You found a sub to play with?”

“I guess you could say that, although I didn’t get to talk to her.”

Jensen settled down on her bed and smiled at her. She frowned. He was acting odd, even for him. He might come into her room, but he had never invaded her space this way.

“What do you mean?”

“Micah let me into his office last night. I got to see the whole club, and I saw one woman who particularly intrigued me.”

She sat mute as he inched closer. She could smell the familiar scent of his favorite aftershave. It wasn’t overpowering.

“Do you want to know what intrigued me?”

She shrugged, then after a moment nodded.

“First, it was the outfit she was wearing. She was dressed in black latex and wore a mask. Then, it was the way she moved. Very elegant. And I know only one woman who moves that way, mainly because she spent most of her life on the ice.”

The bottom dropped out of her stomach. He had seen her and known it was her.

“Are you insane?”

“Maybe,” he said.

“That wasnotme.” Did Micah rat her out? She was going to read him the riot act if he did. Then she would tell Dee, who scared Micah more than Nicola ever could.

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

“How do you know it was me just by the way I move?”

“I’ve known you up close and personal for four years, Nicola, I know how you move. I have also watched some of your old performances.”

She blinked, surprised by that answer. “You’ve watched my old skating videos?”

He didn’t move his gaze from hers as he nodded. “But that wasn’t all I saw.”

Nicola waited as he moved closer. The way he kept invading her space irritated her. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asked, his voice playful.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, and I don’t appreciate it.”

He stopped and moved a little away. “I apologize.”

His tone was sincere, so she accepted it with a nod. When he didn’t continue on, she waited. The silence stretched, and she knew that it was a power move. She had been in the life long enough to recognize it. She had used it during business meetings, but for a man like Jensen, he would use it mainly for play. He was waiting her out and even knowing that, she couldn’t resist responding.

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