Page 56 of Danger and Dominance
Sliding one hand up her arm, trying not to think too much about how silky soft her skin was, David rubbed up and down to soothe her.
“Let me think about those scenarios.You just concentrate on you.We’ve got you.”His voice had gentled.Softened to something almost intimate.Her gaze was trained on his, her nearness making his entire body tingle as he shifted closer to her again.They were almost touching.
And she wasn’t moving away.
Her chin was up, head tilted back, almost like she was inviting him in for a kiss.
Their faces were mere inches away.
Jensen cleared his throat.
Cassidy jumped as if she’d forgotten he was there.Davidhadforgotten, for just a moment, but he managed to keep from jumping, though he did take a step back.Dropping her hand, he took another step, raking his hand through his hair.He was far too aware of the amused expression on Jensen’s face, the man’s arms crossed over his chest as he raised one eyebrow.
David felt his face flame.Most times, he didn’t mind being a redhead, but sometimes, like now, he wished he didn’t blush so damn easily.He was mostly unflappable, but when something did get to him, everyone knew it.
“Anyway, uh, like I said, I was just dropping by to make sure you are… that everything is okay.”Fuck, he needed to get out of here before he made a bigger fool of himself.“My grandmother is looking forward to seeing you on Monday.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing her, too.”Cassidy had recovered, though her cheeks were pink, too, and she was avoiding his gaze again.
Time to get out of Dodge.
“Great.Jensen, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Jensen replied a little too cheerfully, stopping just short of actually saluting.
Fuck.
David was going to be avoiding the team’s group chat today.
21
Cassidy
“See?It looks just like a butt plug, right?”Brenda asked gleefully, holding the crocheted pink plug out for Cassidy to see.The craziest thing was that it really did, other than the bead eyes and the little mouth that decorated it.That kind of killed the illusion.
“It really does,” Cassidy agreed, although she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be admitting to Brenda that she even knew what a butt plug looked like.She was pretty sure David wouldn’t accuse her of corrupting his grandmother since he already knew what she was like, but she wasn’t sure where the lines for herself were.
“Next week, we’re making cocks,” Brenda said, focusing on the plush plug, turning it back and forth in her hand and grinning.She was obviously very proud of it and thoroughly enjoyed trying to make people uncomfortable with her creation.Cassidy found her hilarious.“They’ll have cute little balls and everything.Want to make one, too?”
“Sure, why not.”She’d always wanted to learn how to do things like crochet, though she hadn’t pictured sex toys and male genitalia as the outcomes.Still, making anything would have to teach her the basics, right?And she could send crochet dick pics to Kincaid, which would probably make him feel better about how she was doing.
He'd already texted her this morning to check on her, and she’d reassured him she was fine.It wasn’t a total lie.
She was as fine as she could be under the current circumstances.
The current circumstances being that she was torn between being terrified that Don would show up at any moment while simultaneously hoping he’d disappeared for some other reason that took him far, far away from her, while being extremely happy she had a new job, worried for Brenda if Don did show up, and brutally confused about David.Who’d seemed like he was going to kiss her when he’d shown up to check on Saturday evening but then had gone MIA again.
At least she knew where he was working.Just nowhere near her.
“We’re going to have fun,” Brenda said approvingly.“Now, let’s order some stuff online and see if we can find something that will make David’s head explode.”
Brenda was not wrong about having fun.It was Cassidy’s favorite job she’d ever had.
The mornings started with making breakfast for her and Brenda, then Brenda liked to watch some kind of television show.Even though they were using subscription services, the most she would watch was an hour—she did say she’d made an exception forSherlock—because she didn’t want to watch more than two episodes in a row.The idea of sitting and binging a whole season, rather than waiting in anticipation until the next episode, was not her ‘cup of tea.’
She was currently halfway through the first season of Dexter, which Cassidy reassured her she’d already seen.It had been a while, but she and Don had watched through Season Four.Watching the show was one of her good memories of him, the kind of thing that had kept her hanging around, even after the red flags had started popping up.
It was always a little strange remembering the parts that were good.Somehow, it made her feel both better and worse.Better because at least she knew it wasn’t like she’d been taking constant abuse and unable to see it… worse because she knew that was how he’d trapped her.
