Page 14 of Honey, Honey
I tossed the paper cup into the wastebasket beside my desk and tagged the leather folio full of that week’s numbers before sinking down into my chair. I would be here for a while longer, plenty of time for Taylor to finish dropping Addie off and return for me. This was what I needed to focus on. A night at the office. Work. Numbers. Nothing that asked too much of me. Certainly not a pretty woman that would be far too fragile to handle my taste for control and sex. If I wanted cute, if I wanted sweet, I knew where to find it.
The Cairn.
Not in a woman I met in my everyday life. Not even a woman that I declared to be mine in a shop full of strangers. I would take my pleasure not in a woman, but a submissive who understood my wants and needs.
A submissive that understood why I wanted them to call me Daddy.
One that would relish being broken and put back together by my hands, and they would thank me for it. My fingers flexed on the leather of the folio and I paused before opening it. My mind was already being a fucker and not concentrating, thoughts of submissives and pretty pink lips whispering, ‘Daddy,’ were settling in too damn easily for my liking, which meant only one thing.
“All work and no play makes me a fucking asshole,” I muttered, reaching out and picking up my cellphone in favor of the folio. I hit the number that I had saved and waited. It rang once, twice, and then it was answered with the cool, even voice that I knew well.
“Hello.” That was it, no fake ass customer service voice cheerily greeting me, no explanation of where the fuck I was actually calling, because only the city’s most affluent with a taste for more had this number. Calling it by mistake was not done. If you called, you knew.
“Connie, how are you?”
I could practically hear her smile through the phone when she said, “Sir, what a pleasure to hear from you and so soon after your last visit. I can say that you left quite an impression on yourlittleguest.”
I grinned and leaned back in my seat. That weekend she referred to had been just over a month ago. Time that I had taken out at Addie’s demand before I’d launched myself into a month long marathon of work and well, more fucking work, that I’d managed after high-jacking Addie’s planner.
My assistant hadn’t been pleased and the price had been a weekend of mandatory fun I’d enjoyed at The Cairn. I’d returned from it balanced and ready to take on my work. If my brain and dick seemed insistent on thinking of Honey, of conjuring up images of pretty submissives splayed out for my attention, then why not give it what it wanted?
Scratch the itch so to speak. If I fucked a submissive into next week, then I was sure Honey’s hold on me would be put to rest. It had to fucking work. Anything to stop my idiot brain from putting Honey in the place of the submissives it was already craving.
That would be a stupid as shit thing to think.
“I’m glad to hear it. She needed to be taken care of.”
“Indeed.” She paused and then asked, “Will you be joining us for another weekend?”
“Not sure if I’m in for the weekend, but a night would do me right.”
“Mmm, let me check the books, but I’m certain we have your suite available.”
“Thank you, Connie.”
“Anything for you. Now let’s see here…” Her voice trailed off as she checked the appointment book for the weekend. I drummed my fingers on the desk while I waited, the nervous energy in my body taking hold until I was bouncing my knee. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to sit still. How the fuck had Honey gotten me this wound up from a meeting that meant nothing?
I turned my head and almost kicked the wastebasket when my eyes landed on the paper cup displaying A Different Brew’s logo. I glared at it. Cute. It was too damn cute. No wonder she worked there. I was still glaring when Connie began speaking again.
“We do have Saturday evening open for you, if that fits your schedule.”
“It does.”
“Perfect. I’ll pencil you in, and as always I’m happy to know we’ll have you with us, if even for a night.”
I smiled hearing the genuineness in Connie’s voice. I didn’t hear sincerity often, not in my line of work, and I appreciated it where it was offered. “Thank you, Connie. I’ll see you then,” I told her, and I was glad to hear my voice already sounded less stressed.
“Have a good evening, sir.”
“Same to you.”
The line went dead after that and I put my phone down with a sigh, shoulders dropping down from where they had hunched up. I rolled them, relaxing into my chair with a nod. I picked up the folio then and with nothing else to do, I did what I did best.
I worked.
Chapter Six
HONEY
