“I love you, téa. It’s my honored duty to see that you thrive.”
Not a man to procrastinate, Sir spoke to Brad Anderson and his girlfriend Shey on the phone. When Brie heard who Sir had picked to play out her first encounter, she immediately envisioned a bullwhip and knew it was way too soon to face such a challenge.
It was foolish of her to worry.
Not only did Sir know her well, but he had been the Headmaster of the entire Submissive Training Center. He understood the steps that needed to be taken to ensure her well-being, both physically and mentally.
Still, Brie was concerned that Shey would be upset by Sir’s request. The girl had no idea that Master Anderson planned to propose to her because he had postponed his plans after Brie’s kidnapping.
Poor Shey still had no idea she was dating a millionaire!
It gutted Brie knowing that Master Anderson had been forced to put their lives on hold.
“Anderson says he’s happy to do it,” Sir informed her after ending the call.
“And Shey’s okay with it?”
He looked at her tenderly. “I don’t think you realize how much your friends care about you, babygirl. Shey not only agreed but asked if there was anything else you needed.”
It humbled Brie that all of her friends had respected her need for isolation, but had remained patiently waiting on the sidelines for a chance to help her.
“I should call Lea,” she suddenly decided.
“Ms. Taylor would appreciate that. She has called me at least twice a day for updates on you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Sir?” Brie cried.
“I didn’t want you to be motivated to call out of obligation, but from a genuine need to connect. Ms. Taylor agrees with me. She understands you need time to recover.”
“My poor sweet friend!”
Brie immediately picked up her phone and dialed Lea’s number.
“Oh, my gosh,” Lea squeaked. “You called because you need to hear one of my jokes! I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment, Stinky Cheese.”
Brie loved that the first words out of Lea’s mouth weren’t questions about what had happened. Instead, she was drawing Brie back in with her humor. “I couldn’t stand another minute without a laugh. Hit me, Lea.”
“Did you hear about the county jail that separated the inmates based on if they were Dominants or submissives?”
“Can’t say that I have,” Brie answered gleefully, having no clue where the joke was headed.
“They had the place sorted top to bottom.”
“Cute!” Needing more of the light banter, Brie insisted, “Hit me again.”
Lea squealed in delight. “What do you call a color that hasn’t been invented yet?”
“Hmm…that’s a good one. Give me a moment.” Brie was stumped and blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Invisible?”
“Valiant effort, Stinky Cheese. But the correct answer is…” Lea drew it out, a total professional when it came to comedic timing. “A pigment of your imagination!”
Brie burst out in laughter. “That one was—”
Lea teased, “Go ahead. Tell me how lame my jokes are.”
“Actually, I was going to say it was perfect.”
“Aww…!” Lea cried happily. “You’ve never said that before.”