Page 121 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I could only hope she did.
And soon.
A knock sounded on the window and I peered out to see Zeke standing there.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I told Clarissa when she reached for the door handle.
She nodded. “Thanks for driving me home.”
And just like that, she was gone and Bishop was riding shotgun.
*
When I arrived back at the club, I parked the SUV in the same spot and went inside, my absurdly silent bodyguard trailing right behind me.
I had no idea what I would find when I got up to the apartment, but I was hoping Master would be willing to talk. At least, I had to tell him I would listen if he needed me to. If not, this impromptu trip to Chicago was going to be awkward for sure.
I found him in the small office, sitting at his desk and staring at the wall. He looked as though he’d been in the same spot the entire time I’d been gone.
“Master?”
“Ken, I get it, but that doesn’t mean I’ll change my mind. Unfortunately, it’s just not enough for me anymore.” There was a long pause before, “Oh, I’ve heard it all before, but don’t think threatening me is going to get you what you want.”
Damn. He was on the phone. In the middle of the night.
No way was this good.
I knew that tone. The one that usually had people running the other direction with their tails between their legs.
The next thing I heard was his cell phone hitting the desk.
Master hadn’t yet made a public announcement regarding his separation with his current talent agency, but I knew it was coming. What had prompted a late-night phone call, I wasn’t sure, but I knew with certainty it wasn’t a good idea. Especially after what had happened between him and Clarissa. My boss valued his relationships with people. I doubted he would’ve had the same conversation if he’d been thinking clearly.
I took a moment to look him over. Knowing I had to tread lightly, I moved closer. Master was sitting in his chair, head back, eyes closed.
I cleared my throat. “I’m back. Just thought I’d let you know.”
“Clarissa all right?” he asked, not looking at me.
“I’m not sure that’s how to put it, but she’s home and safe.”
His gaze slid to me and it felt as though he was prompting me to talk, so I did.
“Look, boss, Clarissa’s hurting. She needs some time to think. As do you.”
Master’s eyes were sad. “Is she coming back? Ever?”
I shrugged because I didn’t know. “The only thing I know for sure is that she cares about you. A lot. She’s learned a few things about herself tonight that I believe surprised her. But I don’t think it’s in your best interest to give up on her.”
His eyes closed and he didn’t reply, so I took that to mean he was finished with the conversation.
“All right. Well, I figure I’ll go sleep on the couch. Give you some space.”
“I don’t want space, Troy,” he said gruffly, his eyes opening as he pinned me in place, the intensity in his gaze hot enough to melt the polar ice caps.
I found it interesting that I’d never noticed the subtle changes in Master’s expressions. Now that I knew the Dom intimately, they were easier to make out. This was not Trent Ramsey the actor, my boss, sitting before me. This was my master.
I had no fucking clue what protocol was or how I was supposed to position myself and shit like that, but I did know when the man needed me for something more than fetching him coffee or calling to cancel an appointment.
Now was one of those times.
And that was the reason I walked into his office, stopped right beside his desk, and went to my knees before him. This wasn’t something I was familiar with, but I knew him well enough to know he didn’t care how I did it. He merely needed me right then and I was going to be there.
His gaze followed my every move, but he didn’t say a word. I could see the tension in the lines around his eyes, and never before had I wanted to ease his strain as I did right then. Like Clarissa, he was hurting, although he wasn’t the type to admit it.
“Move closer,” he instructed, slinging one arm over his head, resting it on the top of the high-back executive chair.
I inched closer, remaining on my knees.
“Free my cock.”
With his help, I managed to pull his pajama pants down to his thighs when he lifted his hips. I took his cock in hand, admiring it as I did. He was hard in my hand, velvet over steel.
“Put your mouth on me.”
“With pleasure, Master,” I said as I leaned in and laved him with my tongue.
He groaned, and his eyes closed, but the tension didn’t seem to leave his body.
