Page 20 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Reaching over, I cupped my palm over her mouth to silence her. She stilled, either too shocked to move or surprised someone had the balls to shut her up. Her pouty lips felt soft beneath my palm.
I dismissed those thoughts—I was on the phone with her Domina, after all.
I threw Rue a tense smile. “Still there, Carrie?”
“Can I rely upon you to guide her?” she replied.
Rue bit my palm.
I pulled my hand away and glared at Rue as I shot back at Carrie, “I hope you’re not suggesting—”
“She has no relatives in L.A., so I’m letting her stay with you,” she said flatly. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“This was not part of our agreement.”
The phone went dead.
Staring at my screen, I did a mental recap of how I’d failed to get ahead of the conversation.
I called her back and it went to voicemail.
Annoyed, I tucked my phone away and dragged my palms down my face, failing to hide my frustration.
Rue bit her lip seductively. “Looks like you won me after all.”
The heavy iron gate swung open, allowing me to drive through and up toward Cameron’s vast Beverly Hills manor.
He was fifteen minutes away from where Rue had once lived.
This neighborhood was home to celebrities, famed for its lavish homes located not far from Rodeo Drive, an exclusive luxury shopping district that drew locals and tourists alike. A place to get overpriced shit that was in vogue.
Cameron only lived here because it was close to his Beverly Hills clinic, and Cedars-Sinai Hospital was also a five-minute drive.
He no longer needed to live this close, though. Not since he’d turned his focus onto Cole Tea’s philanthropy.
I know he missed psychiatry. The call to the family business had been too strong. His dad now had everything he’d planned for; the Cole sons running the empire. Cameron and Henry’s sister was on the same trajectory.
A few months ago, the decision had been made that I was to place all my focus on Enthrall and Chrysalis. Cole Tea’s security would protect the family.
For me it meant more time with everyone except Cameron.
Looking toward the house, I realized he may not even be here.
Maybe a staff member had buzzed our car through the gate. Cameron spent most of his time in Venice Beach, preferring his understated oceanside property.
Maybe Mia was home alone with her young son Raif. She’d stolen Cameron’s heart and swept him off his feet—just as he had done to her.
And now this big old house was as noisy as hell. Constant laughter and screams of delight ringing throughout the place. The kind of chaotic fun a child brings.
As I drove closer to the mansion it dawned on me how fucking stupid this was.
For God’s sake.
Bringing a submissive here, freshly extracted from Pendulum, wasn’t one of my better ideas.
No doubt my attraction to her had done the thinking for me. Enticing me to the point of distraction.
Circling the fountain, I headed back down the driveway toward the gate.
