Page 87 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Especially in this scenario.
She beamed. “Didn’t want to start breakfast without you.”
I glanced over at the long table. “You shouldn’t have waited.”
At the opposite end of where she sat was a placemat set for me. A teacup. A glass of orange juice. An empty plate for a breakfast yet to be brought in.
“Rue…I really care about you.”
Her expression wavered as though she sensed what was coming.
I reached out and rested my hand on her shoulder. This was best done gently. My words needed to be softened for effect.
I tried to ignore the warmth of her skin beneath my palm, a tingling that found its way into my fingertips. Not an unpleasant feeling, just one that was unexpected because this should be easy, really. This should be all business as usual. Switching out one master for another should elicit a thrill for her.
A knock on the door.
I flinched with frustration.
Dominic strolled in with an equal measure of confidence and arrogance. As Chrysalis’ resident attorney he had authority here. Cameron liked him so that’s what mattered. He trusted him.
For the most part, Dominic managed Chrysalis when Richard wasn’t present. He and I had butted heads more times than I could remember. But the subs adored our gay council. Beneath that severe exterior lay a man who really cared.
Even if he was bossy and interfering.
“Nice of you to join us,” he said in that condescending manner that grated on my nerves.
“Actually,” I said. “I was going to come find you.”
Maybe it was Dominic’s intuition, but he glared back with a silentdon’t you dare back out now.
With a flick of his fingers, two submissives hurried in each carrying a tray. They set the silver platters filled with breakfast selections on the table.
“No expense spared,” I bit out.
“Remember where you are,” he said. “Doms are treated like kings.”
Which was his way of sliding in the knife to let me know withdrawing from this responsibility wouldn’t be easy.
He knew me too well.
Dominic had a good reason to be pissed off with me. Last night, I’d dropped off a submissive and then left.
I’d probably be banned from ever having a submissive here again.
“Leave us,” snapped Dominic.
The subs scurried out. They were responding well to their training—and they both deserved better than to serve breakfast to a man like me.
“Rue signed the contract,” said Dominic firmly. “Just needs your signature.”
Clearly, he’d not gotten the memo.
I wasn’t “the one.”
Dominic genuinely cared about her. He took pleasure in making sure she had everything she needed—from her wardrobe to her meals. He treated Rue with dignity, giving her the kind of love I was incapable of.
From within his jacket, he whipped out a piece of paper and laid it on the table where I was evidently meant to sit. It was the contract that would bind us together.
