Page 20 of Doctor's Demands
I freeze, knowing that we did see one another and she’s putting two and two together. But then I think about the fact that she still won’t know my name, so I admit it to her, “It was me who locked eyes with you in the hallway, Petra.”
“I knew it,” she says, then chews on her lower lip. “So, Dr. Owen Cantrell is my owner.”
Fuck!
Petra
“Sir?”
The sound of the closing door is all I hear. I’m stuck here like this, looking God knows how.And he left me!
I’d climb off the bed if I wasn’t blindfolded and had a clue how I might get out of this damn monoglove. But I’m stranded here, barely hopeful that he’ll send anyone to help me. And it’s all my fault.Why did I have to say his damn name out loud?
Of course, he didn’t go through all this trouble to keep my eyes off him if he wanted me to know who he was. I’m an idiot!
And now what’s he going to do?
Probably dump me. I bet he’s going straight to Isabel and telling her everything, and I’ll most likely be thrown out of the club. God! I’m so stupid!
“Petra?” I hear that girl who helped put me in this stuff call out as the bedroom door opens. “Hi. Your Dom asked me to come help you.”
“Please do,” I call out. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“I heard,” she says as she takes off the blindfold, and I blink as the dim light hits my eyes. “He’s upset. Very upset.”
“Yeah, I figured that out when he left me without another word. What’s going to happen?”
She releases my arms and they feel like tubes of jelly. I’m thankful when she rubs them vigorously to get the blood flowing in them again. “I don’t know for sure. He didn’t tell me that. I don’t know if he’s going to Isabel or what he’s doing. He did say that you need to answer your cell if he calls you.” She pulls me to stand up. “Shower?”
I nod and she leads me to it. I can barely walk. I’m a little dizzy from the shock of what’s happened, my arms still feel weird, and my legs are weak from his monster cock that stretched me out.
“Maybe I should go see Isabel,” I say as she starts the shower for me.
“No,” she says as she turns back to me. “He said for you not to leave the apartment. Just be patient. Wait for him to call or send you a message. Who knows—he might even come back.”
“I just want to know one thing,” I say as I get under the warm water. “Do you know his name?”
She nods and sighs. “Everyone who’s employed here has stricter rules than any member does. If we give out what is considered classified information, we can be fired and sued. But Mr. Cantrell goes above and beyond with his subs. Shit, there I go telling his business again.”
Pouring shampoo into my palm, I urge her to keep talking, “Pat, please. I need to understand the man. I need everything I can get to help keep him wanting me.”
She looks behind her, as if he might be back there somewhere, which he isn’t. “He’s never let any sub know who he is. Even though you’d be in a lot of trouble if you did out him. You did sign the contract, and you could be taken to court, too, if you ever told a soul about him.”
“I know. I read it before I ever signed it. Plus, it was pounded into my head by the trainers and Isabel. I’m not about to tell anyone a thing. If he had stuck around a minute, he’d have known that. I wonder if he’s always so quick to freak out.”
“I can’t say. I don’t know him on a personal level,” Pat says as she hands me a towel, and I get out and wrap it around me.
I go to the closet to find something to put on. “Thanks.” Thumbing through the lingerie, I find a pink number that looks more comfortable than anything else. “Do you know if I’ll get to keep the money if he dumps me?”
I dress in the closet, then come out, not feeling a hell of a lot more covered by the skimpy garment. Finding a comb on the vanity, I start to comb out my wet hair. Pat looks on as she fidgets, making me even more uneasy and sure I won’t get to keep the money.
“Um, I don’t know if you will or not. I mean, there is that twenty-four-hour policy we have that says that if either party isn’t happy with their partner, then the contract can be completely voided. I don’t want you to worry, though. There are a few men who lost out on winning anyone. I’m sure one of them would want you.”
I turn to frown at her, face to face. “I don’t want anyone else. My Dom is the best ever. We have a spark. I felt a connection like I’ve never felt before.” Forgetting about my hair, I leave the bathroom and go to the living room to mope about what I’ve done.
Pat follows me and picks up the phone on the end table at the far end of the sofa. “Housekeeping to apartment twenty-two, please.” She puts the phone down, then gives me a smile. “Hey, why don’t you call room service and get something fabulous, along with a glass of wine to settle those nerves. Most likely, he’ll come around and figure out that he can trust you. And when you do talk, if you do, remind him that you know your legal responsibility to him and keeping his identity a secret.”
Settling on the sofa and picking up the channel guide, I can’t even concentrate enough to read it. “I guess there’s a real possibility that I’ll never see him again, except on television. And that’s making my stomach hurt.” I look up at her as she heads toward the door. “Leaving already?”
