“I’m willing to facilitate your time here—”
“What was that in Imperial?”
My back stiffened. “How do you mean?”
“Why was it you with me in the restaurant if you had no intention of keeping me?”
“We were ascertaining who might be the best fit, which Dom you connected to best. You responded well to Grantchester.”
She looked confused.
“The gentleman who sat at the booth opposite ours.”
“The one with the girlfriend!”
I brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face. “She’s his submissive.”
“Won’t she mind?”
“She does what she’s told.”
“He already has a sub.”
“She’s completed her training. She’ll now meet the demands of Chrysalis.”
“He loses her. Like I’m losing you?”
“Silence,” I demanded.
She’d been drawn to Grantchester. He’d responded well to her, too. His nod of acknowledgment after she’d withdrawn from beneath his table indicated his interest.
Again, I was hit with that sense of injustice of having to hand her over to him.
Rue shook her head. “It’s either you or I’m not staying.”
“It doesn’t work like that. You gave consent. You are here for the duration.”
“Duration?”
“You gave yourself over for one week—total immersion. There is no leaving.”
She grabbed my arm. “It has to be you.”
“Our Doms are of the highest caliber.” I cupped her face with my hands. “You have to trust me.”
Her face fell and she looked a little lost.
“I’ll keep track of your progress.”
Water swirled as she settled back against the tub.
“What are your concerns?” I asked.
“I’m not good with too much pain. Just enough to please my Dom, that’s it.”
“We know.”
She gave me a weak smile.