Page 39 of Honey, Honey
Not ever.
And now there was a woman I wanted, well and truly wanted, and I had walked out like a piece of shit.
“God fucking dammit,” I growled out, tossing my phone to the side. There wasn’t going to be any work getting done tonight. If I stayed tonight I was going to have to suck it the fuck up, grit my teeth and see what Connie and Zeus had up their sleeve.
We have a very important guest in that room this weekend.
Don’t thank me. You’re the perfect little treat for our guest of honor tonight. It’ll be me who’s thanking you by the end of the night.
My mind raced. I turned over Connie’s words and stood from the bed to pace around the room. Who the fuck was that important? Why would they want me? Not only that, but why would Zeus and Connie be thanking me for it? I wasn’t an idiot. I’d caught that little admission. An admission I knew was meant to butter me up.
In this world, a favor from Connie and Zeus was like winning a golden ticket.
I’d be a fool not to take it.
That didn’t mean it didn’t come without risk. I had known Connie for years, considered her a friend and was comfortable enough to trust her with who I truly was, but that didn’t negate the fact that I understood the games she played, or that her loyalties were to Zeus first.
Anyone else came second to Connie. It had always been that way. Always would be. If he’d taken a shine to someone and I had been brought into the game it was for a reason. I pulled off my suit jacket and walked to the closet beside the bathroom and hung it up. I was undoing my tie, thinking over the plausible reasons I’d been dragged into this mess when there was a rap at the door.
A spike of adrenaline shot through my body at the sound. What the fuck was this? I stalked towards the door, not quite ready for games no matter who was playing them. If it was something from Zeus or Connie, or even had a whiff of having to do with their VIP sub, then I was checking out. I’d been here all of half an hour and I was already more tense than when I had arrived.
Golden ticket or not, I was not going to be toyed with from the get go. At least let a man relax, shake the dust off himself. I reached the door and opened it with a jerk, fully ready to tell Connie I was done for the night, but there wasn’t a person in sight. Only a cart with a tray topped with a golden cover, a bottle of whiskey, ice bucket and a glass sat on top of the cart.
Dinner. That’s right. Connie had said she would have it sent up. I’d forgotten that with how wrapped up in my head I’d been. I relaxed slightly and pulled the cart in with one hand while I shut the door with the other. It was when I had the cart in the room that I saw a single sheet beside the bottle of whiskey. It was folded crisply in half, the ends of it held down by the bottle.
LAW was written across the top in a slash of ink, as if there would be any mistake of who the letter was meant for seeing as how it was delivered right to my door.
I let out a sigh and decided to pour myself a drink before I opened the letter. Leaving the club was still on the table for me, but the letter was feeding into one massive flaw that I had always suffered from.
Curiosity.
Connie knew exactly what she was doing. Knew that I was probably considering leaving the Cairn. I wasn’t one to be played with, preferring to set the terms. And while that was my world outside of the club—it was not my reality here. The well timed delivery of dinner accompanied by the note was Connie’s chess move to keep me exactly where she wanted me. I opened the bottle of whiskey and poured myself two fingers worth, adding ice to it before I picked up the letter. I stared down at the paper, it was heavy cardstock and I rubbed my thumb along the top of it for a second before I took a healthy swallow of my whiskey and opened the letter.
Law,it began in Connie’s familiar handwriting.
The submissive you will meet tonight is under Zeus’ protection.
“Fucking hell.” I was right, there was a larger plan in motion tonight. This was not simply about a VIP’s visit. But still. Why me?
You are truly the only Dominant in the club tonight to be trusted with her. You will be introduced in confidence by myself. Trust that I understand your tastes and she will be precisely your flavor. I have no doubt the pair of you will enjoy yourselves tonight.
I felt a prickle of irritation wake up in me. Had the submissive picked me out? Was this Zeus fucking hand delivering me to a submissive because I’d caught her eye? I didn’t like the thought and took another deep drink from my whiskey, the ice tinkling in the glass when I set it down on the cart with a thud.
This submissive will be under stress tonight and for that reason you would be the perfect company for her to keep. You will, of course, be compensated heavily by Zeus for your presence.
“Of course, of course,” I muttered. I poured myself another whiskey, not even bothering to measure. I must have filled half the glass and picked it back up with a weary sigh. I’d come to the club to relax, to burn off the fire Honey had given me, not play fucking babysitter.
I know you hate games.
Sorry about that.
Connie
PS: Give the girl a chance!
I stared at the exclamation point for a beat. That one slash and a dot at the end of her postscript annoyed the hell out of me. She knew exactly how my mind worked and that I was ticked about this new development. When I’d been the eyes, ears and fists of New York’s mobs and gangs I’d played babysitter plenty of times. A mafia princess trying to assert her independence, a spoiled daughter on her quinceañera, the Bratva’s oldest fuck up son on a bender that needed drying out.
I’d done it all at some point.
