Page 40 of Snow Bound

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And you’re not looking for a slave or anything, right?”

His mouth curved in an amused smile. “No.”

She picked up the spatula and stirred. “I don’t have a copy of my list with me.”

“Michael will have it on file at the club.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll have him send it to you. I’ll get mine, too.”

“Doms make lists?” she asked, surprised.

“They do at Odyssey.” He glanced up from his phone. “Club rules.”

“Oh.” She frowned into the pan. None of the Doms she’d played with had given her a list to read.

“Has your number changed since you filled out the membership form?”

“No.”

She cracked eggs into a bowl while he typed on his phone. When she poured the eggs over the veggies in the pan, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and stood.

“Assuming Michael sends those to us before tonight, let’s meet for dinner to go over them. How does pizza sound?”

“Great. Sausage and mushroom for me, please.”

“I’ll take care of it. In the meantime, will it bother you if I do some work around the house today?”

It took her a second to catch up with the quick change in topic. “What kind of work?”

“I told my mom I’d tackle her chore list next time I was here. Changing batteries in the smoke detectors, oiling hinges, that kind of thing.”

“Oh. No, that’s fine.”

“I’ll see you later, then.”

“Sure. Later,” she echoed and turned back to her eggs.

“Oh, and Anna?”

She looked up. “Hmm?”

“I haven’t forgotten about that challenge,” he drawled, and with a wink, disappeared down the hall, Henry on his heels.

She watched him go, heart pounding. “Don’t burn the eggs again, Anna,” she muttered and went to find a plate for her omelet.

After eating breakfast and tidying the kitchen, Anna decided to pamper herself. She took a long soak in the tub, refilling it with hot water twice and running the jets on full, and by the time she emerged she was considerably less sore. Even the tenderness in her butt had eased, and a look in the mirror as she was drying off revealed only faint bruising. Wondering why that was vaguely disappointing, she wrapped herself once again in her robe and crawled into bed with the mystery she’d borrowed from the shelf downstairs.

When her phone rang, she was unsurprised to see Lola’s name on the screen. “Hey, Lo.”

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Did you fuck him again?”

Anna snuggled into the pillows. “I’m not telling you. You’ll just say ‘I told you so’.”

“That’s a yes,” Lola said smugly. “And I did tell you so.”

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