To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

“Me too.” She grinned. “

He gestured to a chair, not liking how pale she appeared. “Have a seat. Can I help you with something? You feeling all right?” He turned in his chair and reached into the small fridge they kept in the office, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to her.

She raised her eyebrows.

“You look pale.”

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” she grumbled as she took a drink.

He frowned slightly. “I’m surprised Hunter allowed you come in to work when you’re feeling so ill.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Allowed me? Why does everyone seem to think Hunter’s the boss of me?”

“Perhaps because he is your boss. And your Dom. And your husband. And he has been charged with your care. You need to let him look after you.”

For damn sure, if she were his wife she wouldn’t be working while she obviously felt poorly. She’d be at home, with her feet up, being pampered like a princess.

Of course, he never intended to marry again. So, he’d never have the bother of trying to care for a delicate wife.

She sighed, shaking her head. “This is what I get for working with a bunch of Doms. Bossy bastards, all of you.”

“We try our best,” he told her mildly.

“Anyway, I didn’t come in here to get a lecture on my health. I saw Jenna the other day.”

He tried hard to show no reaction, although he knew very little got by Cady. He didn’t know if it was working as a cop or living on the streets, but she was pretty good at sizing people up. She’d taken an instant liking to Jenna.

Of course, it was hard not to like Jenna; she was like a sunny day in the middle of winter.

Christ, he was practically poetic.

But Jenna was the sort of person who made others smile. People were drawn to her friendly personality, her warmth, and the way she listened to everyone, giving them her full attention.

She was goodness and light. And she didn’t belong in his world.

“Oh? She’s still having sessions with Lacey, right?”

“Yes.” Cady frowned. “Don’t think they’re going well. She’s still having problems with her memory. She asked about you.”

“She did? Is she all right?” He sat up a little straighter, ignoring the way Cady’s gaze narrowed thoughtfully. Did she need him? Shit, why had he been avoiding her? He hadn’t been around much lately, but he’d figured she was in good hands.

He’d never thought she might need him. Not when she had her family surrounding her in love and safety. Her father had called and asked for recommendations for a bodyguard. He’d had no reservations recommending Hans for the job, even though he hadn’t liked the idea of someone else being charged with her safety, but if it couldn’t be him then Hans would be his next choice. Hans was a deadly bastard. Mean and capable.

He’d do whatever was necessary to protect Jenna.

Cady shrugged. “As all right as you’d expect her to be. I think it’s wearing on her, not being able to remember what happened.”

“What does Lacey say about that?” Maybe he needed to have a talk with Black-Gray’s newest employee. See if there was something else she could be doing for Jenna.

“Lacey told her she had to be patient. I think they’re going to try hypnotherapy during her next session. Just thought I’d pass on that she was asking after you. I asked her if she had your cell number, and she said she did. If she didn’t contact you, it must not have been too important.”

Only problem was, he wasn’t certain Jenna would contact him, even if it was important. She didn’t like to ask for things, even things she needed. He tapped his fingers against his desk. He could call her. Or go see her. Check on her. Or he could just ignore what Cady had told him and keep clear of her.

He let out an impatient sigh.

> She was safe. He’d know if she wasn’t. He’d made that clear to her father. David Jasons knew he was to contact Curt if there was any threat to her safety. Curt needed to stay away from her. It was best for everyone involved. Jenna especially.

Maybe a night at the club was what he needed. Spanking a few subs asses ought to help him forget a petite brunette with eyes too big for her face, and a smile that reached even the darkest recesses of his soul.