“No,” I said, finally answering her question.
“Oh,” she said, disappointment invading her pretty face.
“Is everything shut down?” I asked, getting to my feet. I already knew the answer.
“Yes. Everyone is gone. It’s just you and me.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
That wasn’t an invitation, and she knew it. “You don’t have to walk me to my car. I’m a big girl.”
“I know.”
Still, I put my hand at the small of her back and urged her forward. I snagged my leather jacket and helmet before exiting the office, which locked automatically.
“Can I ask if you’re going to see her?” she asked.
The her was Carrie, the sub I’d recently released.
“No. Someone else.” I didn’t owe Eliza an explanation, but I wanted it clear that we would not return to the past. “You should hit up Griffin. He’s in much need of a spanking, if you ask me.” I chuckled.
Her eyes sliced my way before narrowing. “He was with our newest member after your scene with her. I was actually surprised to see you then. You’d told me you wouldn’t be in.”
“I had something to do,” I said, not giving her the information she was seeking.
She blew out a breath. “Even if Griffin is alone, I doubt I’m exactly his type. He likes them soft and sweet.”
That almost described the blonde. Sweet, she was not. Sassy fit her better. But breakable was more like it. Though she played strong, bending her to my will would break her.
“We’re here,” she announced, taking out her keys and disarming her car alarm. “I guess I’m going home alone.”
“Be safe,” I said, not wanting to stoke flames were there were no embers.
“That’s the thing. I don’t want to be safe. You know where I’ll be if things don’t work out for you tonight.”
I exhaled. “Eliza—”
She held up a hand. “Don’t. I know what you’re going to say.”
“Yet I feel you need to hear it. You are my second, nothing more. That can’t change no matter what, but especially as long as you work for me. I don’t fuck where I work. Got it.”
“Yes, boss.”
I tipped my head and gave her a two-finger salute before making my way to my bike. I hoped the rush of the ride would cool my vibe. If I was going to have boyfriend-type sex with the blonde, I needed to take the edge off. I shuddered just thinking the word. Boyfriend. I didn’t think I’d ever been anyone’s boyfriend.
After putting on my helmet, I straddled the bike and revved the engine, enjoying the sound. When I peeled off, it was like no other rush. Though traffic was light, I took pleasure weaving in and out of it at breakneck speeds.
When I arrived, I parked in my space in the underground garage, confronted with a moral dilemma. Should I share with the blonde who I was? I wasn’t one for games, but I had a feeling if she knew, she might change her mind about what she had called me here for. Still, it was better to get it out in the open.
I stepped off the elevator and almost took out my key. Though I planned to level with her, revealing it by invading her privacy wasn’t an option. I disabled security not wanting a repeat of the last time before I lifted my hand and knocked, which honestly was weird.
The gorgeous blonde opened the door in my robe, which I’d seen her wear before—though I couldn’t mention it. She was tall enough it didn’t drag on the floor and I found myself once again not bothered that she’d helped herself to my things. Even here, my once sanctuary.
“You came,” she said, taking a step back to allow me entrance.
“Not yet, but we’ll see how the night goes.” I held her gaze a second longer before stepping over the threshold. When she closed the door, I faced her. “There’s something we need to discuss first.” I said, prepared to explain who I was.
She moved, light as a gazelle, and pressed a finger to my lips. “No talking. You might ruin it.”
I lifted a brow in question, and she shook her head.
“Just fuck me,” she added.
Who was I to question what she wanted? Still, there was something I had to say.
“Strip,” I commanded.
She stubbornly lifted her chin before tugging the tie free and shrugging the robe from her shoulders. It fell in a pool of silk and she stood completely naked without a shy bone in her body. My gaze ate up every inch of her skin, from her hairline to her toes, and I found myself painfully hard.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice as she slowly twirled, and I got a view of her lovely tight ass.
“Fuck me,” I muttered.
“What was that?” she asked as I followed her into the bedroom.