“You a submissive come to sniff around Saxon? ’Cause he doesn’t like when they turn up when the club’s not open.”
He didn’t? How many women came to visit him anyway? Was that why Thomas had been so snooty, because he thought she’d come to “sniff around” Saxon?
“That’s not why I’m here. I baked him a pie to say thank you for helping me.” Well, and it was an apology for her overreaction. “But it turns out he doesn’t eat desert.”
“Says who?”
“Thomas.”
“That old stiff? Wouldn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth.”
“Really? So you think he would like my pie?”
He tilted his head. “Depends on how good the pie is, I guess. Might taste like shit. Then he wouldn’t want it, would he?”
She stared at him then down at the box. “No, I guess he wouldn’t.”
“Well, does it?”
“Does it what?”
“Taste like shit,” he said impatiently.
Wow. He was . . . odd. And that was being nice.
“You listening? Cause you look like you’re away with the fairies. I don’t have time for that or for shit pie.”
“I don’t believe it tastes terrible or I wouldn’t have bought it here for him, would I?”
“Now, I don’t know about that, seeing as I don’t know what your relationship is with Saxon, do I? Might be you’d bring him shit pie just to make him suffer. You put something in it? Laxatives? Poison?” He eyed her suspiciously.
Her jaw dropped open before she drew herself up. “No. Of course not. I would never do that.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “No need to get all huffy. Just checking. That boy pisses people off on a daily basis. Never know when someone is going to go searching for revenge.”
That boy was probably only five years younger than him.
“He is annoying,” she agreed. “But I didn’t poison the pie. I made it as a thank you and a kind of apology.”
He nodded solemnly. “Good way to apologize. Blow job would be better.”
She spluttered, taking a step back. “Ex-excuse me?”
His gaze narrowed. “You’re one of his subs, aren’t you? Don’t act like you don’t know what a blow job is. Had a falling out with him? From what I’ve heard, he doesn’t forgive easily. That’s why I suggested the blow job. Not many men can keep up a head of steam when they’re getting their dick sucked.”
The man was incredible. Rude. Disgusting. Was he seriously standing here advising her to give Saxon a blow job? Heat filled her as the image of her on her knees, between his legs, taking what she had no doubt would be an impressive cock slowly into her mouth . . .
Fingers snapping in front of her face brought her back to the present. “You’re daydreaming again, girlie. One thing I can’t stand is daydreaming.”
She scowled at him. “I’m not daydreaming; I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with this pie.” If it weren’t such a waste of good food, she’d be highly tempted to squash it into his face.
“Give it to me.”
“Excuse me?” She took a tighter hold of the pie. She wasn’t going to just give it to him. He didn’t deserve the pie. “It’s not for you.”
“I want to see if it’s any good.”