However, the fact that she’d agreed to be our submissive still shocked me. It had been a pleasant surprise. I figured it had a lot to do with the fact the girl was eager to please and she simply wanted to be cared for. As her Doms, Mr. Parker and I would do that. Whether or not it led to something lasting was yet to be seen.
My gaze followed her and I noticed the way she looked at me over Judy’s shoulder.
Yeah. That girl needed people in her life who could lift her up and show her exactly how important she was, how much she was wanted. She would flourish with our guidance.
Plus, it was obvious she was interested. I got that simply by the way she’d watched us this morning, the way she’d so casually mentioned listening to us through the walls last night. Whether she knew it or not, her lust was broadcast clearly on her face. Like now. She was blatantly ogling me and it took a tremendous amount of willpower not to drag her into that dressing room and strip her myself.
For her sake, I would refrain until we put a contract in place. Not because I needed one, but she clearly did. The instant she had mentioned it, I realized it was a good idea. There were some important rules that had to be agreed upon and limits that needed to be established in order for this to be successful. When it came to a D/s relationship, trust was key. As was the power exchange. But what most people didn’t truly understand was that the submissive had all the power. A Dom would not be in control unless a submissive allowed him to be.
Genuinely, Mr. Parker and I didn’t form attachments to subs. And we certainly didn’t invite them back to either of our places for the night. I’d been shocked when Mr. Parker offered last night. Not disappointed, though. There was something about Addison that I connected with. Perhaps it was her wit or that deep need to submit that I had sensed within her from the get-go. Whatever it was, I definitely wanted to see where this went.
I simply wondered how long it would take to gain her trust. Addison Hayes guarded herself rather well and I figured that was due to whatever she’d been through in her life. I had yet to question her, not wanting to put her on the defensive, but I hoped that I’d get the opportunity to get to know her a little better in the coming days.
“I really think that’s way too much money,” Addison said, her voice carrying through the store. “Do you possibly have something…cheaper?”
“No, she doesn’t, Addison,” I called out. “Quit looking at the price tags.”
Yeah. Perhaps I’d get the chance to get to know her eventually.
And just like this experience, I was sure that was going to be an uphill battle, too.
Good thing I was a very patient man.
Ten
ADDISON
TUGGING ON THE AWKWARD TOP as I stared into the mirrored walls of the elevator, I couldn’t help but frown at the woman glaring back at me. I looked like…
Well, fine. I didn’t look horrible, but I felt weird. This shirt was too…ostentatious for my taste. The collar was too formal and belt was too constricting. So much so that I was uncomfortable with it on.
Not physically, because it was made of some ridiculously expensive silk, but it felt boxy and awkward on me. I preferred my band T-shirts to this stuff. But Mr. Snowden had very clearly told me that I was not allowed to wear a T-shirt and shorts to a job interview. I’d asked if I could wear my Converse with the fancy get-up, but he’d nixed that idea, as well.
So here I was, wearing these lavish clothes and these absurdly tall heels, riding down in the pretentious elevator, listening to godawful instrumentals playing through some hidden speakers above me.
Damn, I was way out of my league here.
I couldn’t even remember the last job interview I’d been on. Maybe Dillard’s? I didn’t get that job. Or was it the dollar store in the mall? I only worked there for about three weeks. After dealing with some inappropriate advances from the store manager’s son, I’d walked.
Then again, I knew for a fact that I’d never been on an interview that required me to dress up quite like this. The black skirt wasn’t all that bad. Maybe a little longer than I preferred, but not hideous. Unfortunately, Mr. Snowden had stepped in when it became apparent that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with Judy. I’d reluctantly agreed to the top because Mr. Snowden had approved, but I’d fought tooth and nail on everything else. In the end, I didn’t get a say in the cost of the outfit he chose for me, which still rankled.
