Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

The other man’s face grew cool. And this was the reason he didn’t have many friends. Because once they discovered just how easily he could invade their privacy, people tended to not like that.

Strange, right?

“Guessing you keep all that shit private.”

Ajax glared at him, but he didn’t back down. He might hide it well, but he had a dominant core just as strong as Ajax’s.

“Yes, I do.”

Ajax nodded. “Sophie should be down on the floor. I’ll get her up here. Fuck.” He ran his hand over his face. “I really wish it had been Trevor. And if you tell anyone that, I’m going to remove your balls and play racquet ball with them.”

“You can try,” Connor said calmly.

Ajax shot him a look. “Not as easygoing as you look, are you?”

He could be easygoing. But he’d learned to take a stand when something was important to him. And, as it happened, he was quite fond of his balls where they were.

Ajax picked up his phone. “Yeah, Trevor, send Sophie up.”

He listened for a moment, his frown deepening. “She’s what? Who’s covering? Ria? Yeah, okay, send her up.”

Connor frowned as he hung up. “Ria?”

“Sophie’s not at work. Ria turned up to work her shift. Said Sophie isn’t well.”

He wondered what Ria knew about all this. He kept his distance a bit from her since Saturday night, deliberately not sitting in her section on the nights she was working.

“Don’t like that look on your face. Ria’s a good girl. She’s no

t involved in this.”

Far as he could see she wasn’t a girl at all. She was all woman. But Ajax was throwing off a brotherly, protective vibe so he didn’t bother to correct him. Getting into a fight with the big brute wasn’t on the top of his to-do list. At least not for today.

Another day could be another story. Sometimes there was no substitute for getting rid of tension like a good punch-up.

There was a confident knock on the door. Ajax gave him a warning look before bellowing for her to enter. Connor had to bite back a smile.

“You wanted to see me, Ajax?”

“Come in, Ria,” Ajax told her.

Ria gave him a wary look as she stepped forward and sat in the chair next to him. “What’s going on? It’s getting busy down on the floor.”

“This won’t take long,” Ajax reassured her. “We just wanted to talk to you about Sophie.”

If she tightened up any further, she was going to injure something. She sat ramrod straight, her hands clenched together on her lap.

Not a sub, huh? Yeah, he had to admit she didn’t act very submissively, but he’d caught the way she’d often glance down when a Dom spoke to her, before forcing her gaze back up.

“What about Sophie?”

“Trevor said you’re covering her shift.”

“She’s sick.”

And lovely Ria was a liar.

“If she was sick, she should have called in.”