Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

Doms? “Tiny is a Dom?” It made sense. The way he just took charge. His protectiveness.

“Yeah, Jacey told me that all of Black-Gray’s male staff are Doms. Derrick hired them to protect Jacey when her ex was after her.”

Alex paced in front of the door.

“Relax, Alex,” Reagan told him. “I am not going to try to get past you. I’m not stupid. You outweigh me considerably.”

“Considerably?”

She thought he looked upset, but she couldn’t imagine why. She was the one with the right to be upset. This was her life. Her safety at risk. There was a knock on the door. Alex looked through the peephole then opened the door to allow Tiny entrance.

“Well? Was it him?” she asked, moving toward him. “What did he say?”

“Let him catch his breath, Reagan,” Alex told her.

“He doesn’t look winded to me. And if he’d let me go with him then I wouldn’t have to question him. Well? What did he say?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Why?”

“He wasn’t there.” Tiny wished he had been. Especially after what he’d seen. “Interesting place.”

“What does that mean? What was interesting?”

“His apartment.”

“What is interesting about it? Has anyone ever told you you’re a very frustrating person to have a conversation with?”

Alex sat back on the sofa with Tara, both of them grinning. He didn’t understand what they found so amusing.

“I looked around his apartment.”

She gasped. “But that’s illegal.”

“Like you have a leg to stand on,” Alex told her.

Tiny frowned, uncertain what the other man meant.

“What did you find?” she asked. Reagan turned to him, her eyes filled with worry.

A huge collection of pornos. A large recliner had sat on its own in front of a big T.V. Next to the recliner, on a small coffee table, sat a box of tissues and some lube. The place had been a pigsty. Stuff everywhere, and it was filthy. He’d seen some shitholes in his time, but this one was up there with the worst of them.

“Nothing that points to his guilt.” Although, McDonald was still top of the suspect list. “Talked to his neighbor. He’s gone for the week.”

“Gone? He never told me he was going away. Asshole.”

Tiny woul

d still have a chat with him, even if he had to fly back here to do so. No way did he get to coerce women into giving him sexual favors for doing his job. What if he’d grown violent with Reagan? What if he forced the next woman who turned him down?

Yeah, he’d be paying Donald McDonald a little visit.

Reagan was right, it was a weird name.

“Great.” She slumped into a chair. “I’d hoped we’d solved this and could move on.”

“Often the victim knows the perp—,” he started to explain when she turned on him, frowning ferociously.