Page 27 of Ravage

At the mention of Imogen, I have to force myself not to react, but he must pick up on something, because he goes still, the amusement dissolving.

"Did something happen between yourself and Miss Delphine on Friday night?"

Connell stiffens at my side.

"I'm not entirely sure that's your business," I reply.

A dangerous glint appears in Sebastian's eye, and he leans forward to rest his forearms on the table. "Everything that happens in that place is my business. Especially when it has my director of operations acting out of character afterwards."

I cross my arms. "Fine. We fucked. Which she initiated, by the way. And she was more than satisfied, several times."

Sebastian's expression turns almost lethal. "Then why was she behaving so strangely immediately afterwards?"

"Did you try asking her that? Cause I have no fucking idea. One minute, she was having a screaming orgasm, the next she was thanking me for a' fun night' and bailing."

"She... thanked you for a fun night?" He glances over at Connell, who shrugs.

The bearded Irishman seems pretty nonchalant about this entire conversation, and I wonder what's going through his head.

I turn my attention back to Sebastian. "Yes. I thought that was weird as hell, too. Look, I'll admit I was a bit dominating, but she was one hundred percent onboard with that. She got all excitedwhen I told her to call me sir." Sebastian's eyebrows fly upwards as I continue speaking. "It was kind of a joke at first, but she was so into it that I played along. So I honestly cannot tell you what happened. Did she say anything? Cause I've been wracking my brain all weekend trying to work out what I did to make her run off like that."

Sebastian sits back again, looking confused. Honestly, it's kind of nice to see, cause it seems like he's the sort of guy who knows about everything.

"I asked her if someone hurt her, and she insisted she was fine. She would have been truthful if she'd been hurt or upset in some way, given how important it is for us to ensure the safety and comfort of everyone at Dark Desires. But I'm as lost as you are... Imogen is... How you described the interaction is not outside her comfort level, so it truly is a mystery..." He continues to study me closely, though the threatening glimmer behind his eyes has disappeared.

Now it just seems like he's trying to work me out.

Likewise, buddy.

Something he said has me straightening in my seat again. "Wait... So you know what Imogen's comfort levels are?"

Connell chuckles beside me, but Sebastian's sharp glance shuts him up.

Sebastian's gaze drifts back to mine. "I do."

I swallow, as disappointment makes my stomach sink like lead. "I had no idea you were involved. I never would have gone along with anything if I'd known, I swear."

Sebastian laughs, which is a little weird. He doesn't seem like someone who laughs much. Just broods in a corner while he counts all his money.

"Believe me, our involvement is not exclusive, and I would never dream of telling her who she can and can't sleep with."

I'm so confused right now.

"So... she's not your girlfriend, or whatever?"

Sebastian continues to watch me with amusement. "No, Mr Co - Cam. She is not my girlfriend, orwhatever."

I look at Connell, who just smirks and shrugs. It just occurred to me he hasn't said a word since I walked in.

"Right... So if I was to ask her out if I ever see her again... that wouldn't be an issue?" I ask Sebastian, waiting for a reaction.

All I get in response is a shrug. "Not for me. But given she ran out on you, she may be the one with an issue."

I let out a breath and lean back in my chair. "Yeah, that would be a problem. I have no intention of pursuing someone who has no interest in me, but I definitely didn't get 'fuck off' vibes from her while we were... partaking of each other, so I'm seriously stumped."

"Imogen can be a little complicated. If things between you are meant to go further, I'm sure fate will find a way."

That isn't an annoying response or anything.

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