Page 71 of Heist

Lance chuckled and squeezed her shoulder.

“I think we should reconsider you being my official house-submissive right now.” Patrick said.

Austin felt her gut tighten at the surprising statement. She hadn’t been expecting that.

“After the talk we just had on the way here?”

Patrick sighed. “I’m not saying forever, baby girl. I’m just saying we don’t know who’s watching and maybe you should let Lance be your trainer on paper.”

“I don’t want Lance to be my trainer.”

“I’m hurt,” said Lance.

“Not to mention, that’s not how you speak to or about a Solitaire Dom,” Patrick chided.

“Well if you don’t want to be my Dom, I clearly don’t have to listen to you,” Austin snapped.

Lance winced as the words left her mouth. “I definitely don’t envy the spanking you’re about to get, sweetheart.”

Austin scowled in his direction.

Patrick said nothing for a long moment and Austin held her breath, already regretting her outburst.

“I think we should continue this conversation later, Lance. I clearly need to teach Austin a lesson.”

Austin turned to stalk away from the reception desk, but Patrick gripped her arm and steered her to the door that led to the bar. When he passed their bags, he scooped up the one Austin knew had his toys in it.

Shit.

When he unlocked the suite, Austin’s breath caught. It was a gorgeous room decorated in splashes of orange. In her mind, the sound of an orange room was hideous, but the one she stood in now was breathtaking. Not gaudy or over the top, just a brightly decorated room with enough orange that was obviously, ‘the orange suite.’

“It’s gorgeous, Sir,” she murmured, hoping to win a little of his goodwill. She knew she was in trouble.

“I’m fond of it,” he said.

He dropped the bag on the bed and turned to face her. “Is there a reason you’re not taking your clothes off?”

Austin shook her head and lifted her dress over her head.

“Better. Now kneel on the rug.”

He pointed to an orange and white rug at the foot of the bed and she sank to her knees on it.

Patrick surprised her by dropping to one knee in front of her and lifting her chin. “Care to explain your little outburst out there?”

“I just don’t like the idea of being Lance’s sub. I know very little about him. Back up trainer is one thing.”

Patrick sighed and caressed her cheek. “You weren’t listening very well then, baby girl.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered, as she leaned into his touch.

“I was talking about on paper and in club related documents. It may be too late to keep us from being connected, but it may not be. We don’t know how much information this journalist has yet. I’ll still be your Dom and you’ll still be my sub. You just might have to wear a green bracelet instead of my orange one.”

Austin wrinkled her nose. “I don’t really like green.”

Patrick laughed. “Of course you don’t,” he said as he stood and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked, suddenly nervous.

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