Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

Lindsey bit her lip. “And I saw that we have something in common.”

“Oh?” Camilla tilted her head to the side slightly. “Are you referring to a love of wine?”

Lindsey shook her head.

Camilla paused. “I take it you’re not referring to my interest in classic architecture?”

“Nope.”

“Then what is it?” The look in Camilla’s hazel eyes made it clear that she already knew the answer.

For a second, Lindsey’s words caught in her throat. “You’re a dominant.”

Camilla’s expression didn’t change. “And you’re a submissive.”

“Yes,” Lindsey replied, even though it wasn’t a question.

A cat-like smile spread across Camilla’s face. “Well, this just got a lot more interesting.”

A waiter came over to ask if they needed anything. Camilla ordered them both another drink. They sat in silence as the waiter cleared away their empty glasses.

As soon as he was gone, Camilla spoke. “All this time, you knew I was a dominant, yet you still made me tell you about what I require from a relationship?” Her voice dropped to a firm, smoky whisper. “That was very naughty of you.”

Heat rushed to Lindsey’s cheeks.

Camilla chuckled softly. “Is that all it takes to make you squirm? You really are a submissive.”

“Well, I haven’t had a lot of experience,” Lindsey said. “I wish I had more. But the scene, the clubs, the rules—it’s all really intimidating.”

“I understand. The scene isn’t very beginner friendly sometimes.”

Camilla reached out and placed a sympathetic hand on Lindsey’s. The fleeting touch seemed to linger on her skin even after Camilla pulled away.

“You were right,” Camilla said. “We do have a lot in common.”

From then on, the conversation flowed much more freely. It was easy with Camilla. She was warm and witty, and made Lindsey feel at ease. And whenever Camilla made a suggestive comment, Lindsey couldn’t help but flirt back.

After they reached the end of their second serving of fries and countless drinks, Camilla sat back in her chair and studied Lindsey.

“I like you, Lindsey. You’re the first woman I’ve met on the Sugar Bowl who doesn’t seem like you’re working from a script. You’re refreshingly honest.”

“Good company brings that out in me,” Lindsey said. Her cheeks felt warm. “The cocktails help.”

A large group of drunk men blustered by their table. A couple of them turned their heads to stare at Camilla and Lindsey as they passed.

Camilla gave them a dark glare until they were out of view. “Clearly, this place is being taken over by riff-raff.” She looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I live a little outside the city, so I should head home. Let’s get going.”

“Sure.” Lindsey was surprised by how much time had passed.

Camilla paid off their tab, which Lindsey was sure was extravagant, and the two of them headed outside.

“I’ll call a car to take you home.” Camilla pulled out her phone. “On me, of course.”

“You don’t have to,” Lindsey said.

“But I want to. I have to call one for myself too.” Without waiting for a response, she tapped the screen of her phone a few times and tucked it back into her purse. “Done. They should be here in a few minut

es.”