“Are you sure we’re clear about that?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “Because your reputation precedes you.”
He smiled again. “I’m intrigued. What do you know about me?”
“Not much.” I threw in for his ego’s sake, “You’re a retired quarterback. Apparently, you were a rock star in your day.”
“You make me sound old.”
“How’s your wife?”
He inhaled sharply. “Fine, thank you for asking.”
“Was it the right decision to go back to her?”
“You’re a spitfire. I like that.” His focus intensified. “It would give me something to work with. If you were mine.”
“I belong to Master Gardner.”
He gave a slow, steady nod. “Sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“At some point he will deliver you into the very competent hands of another Dom. I want you to be prepared.”
“Maybe it was just you.”
He rubbed his face as though tired of the conversation, or maybe he was tired of Shay’s crap.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“How many times has he backed out from training you?”
I reached for my teacup and took a sip. “We’re just starting out.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“I heard there are a couple of Doms willing to own you. Want me to bring them in?”
“Why are you saying this?”
“Because I care about Gardner. I also care about you. I want to see him happy. I want to seeyouflourish. If you’re unsure you can handle his lack of affection, then it’s better to back out now.”
“We’ve already agreed.”
“On?”
“There won’t be an emotional attachment.”
He looked amused, shaking his head.
“I’m fine with it,” I added.
De Sade caressed his chin thoughtfully. “How does that make you feel?”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s what he wants.”