Page 13 of Sanction

“Nice. Dad’s gonna love this once it’s done,” she beams.

We started this a few months ago and plan to surprise Stone for his fiftieth birthday. It’s just around the corner, so we got a lot of work to do before we can send it to the paint shop.

She side eyes me before squatting down to sit on a stack of tires. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why exactly do they call you Dom?”

Her question catches me off guard and I drop the wrench before banging my head on the hood.

She muffles her laugh with her hand.

I clear my throat. “Well, umm…”

“Are you like, a Christian Grey or something?” She wags her eyebrows. “You got some sex dungeon you keep hidden?”

“Who the fuck is Christian Grey?” I scoff.

She laughs. “Seriously?”

“A sex dungeon? Jesus, Daniella.”

Why the hell does she even know what that is?

“Just a question Travis. Don’t get all shy.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Princess, I can promise you I'm not shy.”

She swallows hard as her eyes widen.

“I’m not some closet BDSM guy,” I say as I pick up the wrench. “It was actually a joke.”

My sex life is not really the topic I’m comfortable with.

“A joke?” She questions.

“Yeah, let’s just say I took a girl home from the bar one night and I had no idea about the kind of shit she wanted me to do.” I glance at her.

“She wanted you to be her Dom,” she says with a flat expression.

I huff out a laugh. “Yeah…which I had no fucking clue what that was.” I step away from the car and pull out my cigarette. “I got drunk and spilled my guts to Widow and Maverick who took it upon themselves to get a good laugh. Dom was born and I haven’t been able to live it down.”

She chews on her lip, a mischievous smile stretching across her face.

“What?” I growl. My voice is deep, but it holds no anger.

“I’ve just been over here picturing you as this hot mess of leather with a whip, maybe some handcuffs, while barking orders in a dark room.”

Picturing me? Nope. No Travis. Just no. But I can’t help myself.

“You thinking about me Princess?”

And there it goes.

Her cheeks flush for a brief second before she punches my arm. “Oh please. Rumors just painted you differently than I see you is all.”

“And how do you see me?”

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