‘And you’re prepared to do whatever it takes to keep me.’
‘Yes.’ His nod was impatient, as if he had spent hours explaining a simple maths concept to me.
‘But then it’ll all be over. Once I get my story, I walk away. So this seems a bit over the top for such a temporary arrangement. Do you see why I’m a little … confused?’
He chewed on his lip and looked out of the window for a while.
‘Perhaps I’m hoping,’ he said with a cough, ‘for too much.’
I tried to be gentle. ‘It sounds like it.’ Inside, I screamed, No, you aren’t. You can have it.
‘But look,’ he said, driven and persuasive once more, making my every resolve bend into a dangerous shape by sheer power of eye contact. ‘Let’s take things a step at a time. I need to be convincing as your dom. Therefore I need you to commit to a bit more than a chastity belt. We can take it as slowly as you like, but we have to make progress.’
‘The trust issue,’ I faltered.
‘Yes, yes.’ He took this up enthusiastically. He had an answer for me. He wasn’t going to let me get away. I felt like a target, marked out. My defeat at his hands was inevitable. ‘That’s what all this is about. You give me tasks, I complete them, your confidence in me is raised. Little by little, perhaps, but ultimately …’
‘You think you can make me trust you?’
‘I think I can try. I think I have to try. Please, Lulu. Will you let me try?’
Chapter Six
‘What’s all this about, though, Luce?’
I checked my watch and peered across the Feathers’ garden to the
lane beyond. Would he drive or walk? Either way, it was still five minutes until eight o’clock.
‘Can’t a daughter take her mum out for a nice evening drink in the countryside?’
I took a sip of my shandy while mum chugged on her pint of scrumpy and black.
‘I just don’t know why you were so anti bringing Animal along. He’s at a loose end tonight. No gigs, no rehearsals. We were going to have a night in and watch The Lost Boys on DVD.’
‘Gawd, how many times have you watched that film? I bet you could quote the script word for word.’
She grinned. ‘Probably could.’ She sighed. ‘Oh, Jason Patric. Wish he’d come to Tylney.’
‘Perhaps he will one day. Anyway, I just wanted to have a bit of time with you, just us. You worked so hard when I was a kid to get food on the table and I want to say thanks for all you did for me.’
‘Aw, babe. I wasn’t exactly the perfect parent.’
‘Who is?’
She ruffled my hair.
‘It’s good to have you back,’ she said.
That was the moment he sauntered out of the French doors, carrying a tall glass of what I hoped was lemonade.
‘Is that …?’ Mum squinted, leaning forwards.
‘Joss, yeah.’
‘Shit, he’s coming over. Babe, are you all right with this?’
‘Fine, fine,’ I said tersely.