No. That couldn’t be it.
Surely if I’d come across those two together, I would’ve stopped to watch. Intently. Because, holy jalapeño. That would’ve been hotter than hell in July.
Unfortunately, my memory was too fuzzy to put the mental image together and it wasn’t like I was going to ask.
A few minutes later, I found myself in the backseat of a fancy Audi while Master Parker drove, Master Snowden riding shotgun.
They hadn’t been kidding about going down the street to eat, because a few minutes later, Master Parker steered the car into an all-night diner. After parking, once again, Master Parker guided us toward the restaurant with a gentle yet possessive grip on the backs of our necks. Admittedly, I really liked it.
When we stepped inside, Master Parker removed his hands, then shifted me so that I was between them. It was another protective intimation that I couldn’t help but be flattered by. It certainly wasn’t something I was used to. The few Doms I’d been with previously hadn’t been much on gentlemanly gestures. I figured that probably had a lot to do with the fact that I refused to have sex, even if they were willing to scene with me.
Like I said, this submissive thing…I lived for it. It wasn’t a hobby of mine, it was my life. I craved direction and structure, needed it to feel whole. No, I couldn’t really explain it, but it was part of my chemical makeup and I no longer questioned it. There were a lot of people who didn’t understand and I’d encountered plenty of them in my lifetime. However, I’d long ago stopped trying to defend my needs to those who looked down their noses at me.
Thankfully, this time of night the restaurant was relatively empty, so we didn’t have a problem getting a table. A booth, to be exact. Master Parker sat on one side while I scooted into the other, Master Snowden dropping in beside me.
“Order anything you’d like,” Master Parker instructed as we all glanced at the menus.
A few minutes later, a waitress arrived with a pen and notepad, waiting for our orders. It didn’t take long for us each to relay what we were having and then she was off once again. Going for cheap and easy, I selected the B.L.T, fries, and a glass of water.
“I take it Greg gave a good recommendation?” Master Parker prompted when we were alone again.
“He did,” I said, smiling shyly as I studied my hands. “He said he trusts you implicitly.”
His eyes cut to Ben’s. “Well, I’ll believe that when he finally gives in and comes to work for us.” There was amusement in his tone and it helped to ease some of my anxiety.
I couldn’t help but be nervous. For some reason, this was vastly different than being at the club. There, I felt as though I had a little more control over the situation. Here, not so much.
Oh, who was I kidding? Around Master Parker, I didn’t think anyone could possibly have control. The guy exuded power and confidence from every pore.
I looked up to see he was watching me. “What I don’t understand,” I said, having difficulty holding his stare, “is why you would want to help me.”
“Because I’m in a position to,” he said simply, his eyebrow darting up as though daring me to challenge him.
Okay, then.
“Tell me about yourself, Addison.”
“Like what?”
“Start with your age.”
“Twenty-nine.”
“When do you turn thirty?” Master Snowden asked.
“February fourteenth.” Yeah, as though to add insult to injury, I’d been born on Valentine’s Day, yet my own mother still opted not to keep me.
“Aside from working at the club, what other jobs have you held?”
That was a strange question, right? Not normal for a few people just getting to know each other?
I answered anyway. “Well…I’ve held several. A few years ago, I worked as a receptionist at a tattoo shop, but mostly I’ve worked in retail. At the mall. Until I met Josh, anyway. After I…uh…moved in with him, I became his personal assistant.”
Master Parker’s eyebrows formed a perfect V. “Is that an alternate word for submissive?”
I grinned. “No. I was actually his personal assistant. He and a friend of his own a construction company. Medium size, I guess you’d say. They make decent money.”
“What’s the name of it?” Master Parker inquired.
“T and A Construction.”
“T and A?” Master Snowden didn’t appear as amused as Josh and Liam always were when they said it.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “It’s the initials of their last names. Josh Tudor and Liam Anderson.” Yeah, it was immature, but Josh and Liam had found it funny. Of course, that was because they were practically children in grown men’s bodies.
“What does his personal assistant do?” Master Parker asked.
“Answer phones, schedule appointments.” That had been the gist of it, but they seemed to be wanting more. “Oh, and call customers whenever they weren’t able to handle a job on the timeline they’d promised.” I didn’t add that I had also serviced Josh sexually whenever he felt the need. I figured that had been his reason for calling himself a Dom. It allowed him to have complete sexual control over me, and for a selfish man like him, that meant a whole lot of blow jobs.
