Alex moved back to the seating area where he’d left Tara, frowning when he saw she wasn’t there. He looked at the other subs. Her friend, Issac was kneeling on the ground, glaring up at him.
“Have you seen Tara?” he asked.
Issac crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you care?”
Mia, his Domme, stepped up behind him. “Watch your tone, pet.”
“Sorry, Ma’am,” Issac replied.
“Answer him, pet.”
“Yeah. She told me she had to go. She said to tell you that she would leave you something at the front desk.”
Alex frowned. She’d left without telling him?
“Thank you,” he replied, nodding at Issac and Mia.
Mia nodded coldly. “Tara is a good friend. To both of us.” She placed her hand on Issac’s shoulder.
“I know. I’m sorry for my behavior the other day. It won’t happen again.”
She nodded, softening slightly. “Come on, pet. I’ve a hankering to put stripes on your ass tonight.”
Issac followed, looking undaunted at the idea of having his ass reddened.
What the hell would cause Tara to just leave the club without telling him?
“Why didn’t she come and get me?” he muttered to himself as he headed toward the reception area.
“Sammi, did Tara leave me something?” he asked the petite sub who manned the front desk.
Sammi looked up at him with wide eyes, her normally sunny smile absent.
“Yes, Master Alex. Here.”
She handed him an envelope and he turned away. There was something hard in it. He opened it and her collar fell out onto his hand. A piece of paper dropped to the ground as he looked at Tara’s collar in shock.
What the fuck?
He reached down and picked up the note.
I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t do this any longer. Tara.
He turned the note over, but that was it. He growled under his breath. That girl’s ass was going to be toast when he got hold of her.
Striding into the men’s changing rooms, he grabbed his phone from his locker and glanced at the time.
Crap. It was later than he’d thought. He’d left her on her own for two hours. That was unforgivable. No wonder she’d stormed out.
But he was still going to spank her.
He called her cell. It clicked over to voicemail. It was still the message that came with the phone; she hadn’t even personalized it yet.
Damn it.
Was she so pissed off that she was ignoring his calls?
He swore under his breath.