Page 128 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“Thanks. I’m heading to Chicago with Troy and I’ve got a bodyguard on Clarissa. Zeke Lautner. You can contact him if you need anything from here.”
“I’ll keep him in the loop.”
“Thanks, Christian. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime.”
When the call disconnected, I tossed Troy’s phone on my desk and glanced up at the television. Troy had muted it and it appeared they’d moved on to another story.
“Where’s Clarissa?” Troy asked when he turned to face me, his eyes serious.
“She was with Mercedes and Zeke this morning when it happened. She’s going to her mom’s for now.”
“You think whoever broke into her house was the same person who broke into my apartment?”
“I do.” Unfortunately, that could’ve been anyone.
“Well, the good news is, they never caused bodily harm,” he said, his eyes now full of concern.
“Let’s hope it stays that way.”
“You think they’re after something specific?”
I didn’t have the slightest clue. “I suspect they’re looking for information on me. You were simply how they were trying to go about getting it. And now they’ve brought Clarissa in on it.”
His eyes widened and I think it was the first time he associated those break-ins with me.
Regardless of what they were after, I wasn’t about to allow Troy or Clarissa to be in danger. Not from a stalker or from the paparazzi. As far as I was concerned, they were now my top priority.
Whether they wanted to be or not.
Troy
I SPENT MOST OF THE morning searching the Internet, doing my best to find anything and everything being reported on Clarissa. The top entertainment channels had uncovered her identity, but I knew they weren’t the ones we needed to worry about. While it was an invasion of privacy, most of them would keep it professional when dealing with the subject of their stories. However, there were those who didn’t understand it was rude to harass people simply for a story.
I had attempted to contact Clarissa to no avail. She wasn’t answering her phone, so I was forced to send her a text letting her know I was thinking about her and that Trent had someone digging into the break-in. While I was fairly certain she would read my texts, I wanted to hear her voice for myself. To know she was all right.
Unfortunately, she didn’t feel the same, so I had given up when we headed for the airport.
Now that we were on Trent’s private jet, I couldn’t stop worrying.
It wasn’t until the plane leveled off at the desired altitude that Master turned to me, his eyes intense.
Jill appeared with a smile. “May I get you gentlemen anything?”
“We’re good for now,” Master informed her. “Please give us privacy until I call you.”
He wasn’t exactly rude to her, but he wasn’t polite, either. I think Jill picked up on it, but she plastered on a pleasant smile before disappearing from the cabin and closing the cabin door.
“Master? Are you all right?”
“Stand up, boy.”
I wasn’t sure what it was about that tone or why I responded so eagerly to it, but I was instantly on my feet after unbuckling my seat belt. I waited patiently for his next command.
“Remove your clothes.”
Without hesitation, I started undressing, removing my shirt first, then my shoes. I was mindful of the pitiful way I’d done it previously. I was happy to say, there was no fumbling, no uncertainty. I maintained eye contact with Master the entire time. When I completed the task, laying my discarded clothing on the chair I’d vacated, I then stood patiently once more.
Master’s eyes perused my body for long minutes, my cock hardening from the intensity of his stare.
“You trust me,” he said when he met my gaze again. While it wasn’t a question, he did seem somewhat uncertain.
“I do, Master.” Unflappably.
I wasn’t sure what I expected but it wasn’t for Master to practically launch himself from his chair. However, that was exactly what he did, coming to stand toe to toe with me. When he reached up and cupped my face before planting his mouth on mine, I probably sighed. Okay, fine. I did sigh. Then again, I didn’t know for sure, because the kiss went from zero to inferno in two seconds flat.
Master’s lips were hard against mine, his tongue insistent. His hand shifted to my hair, holding me in place, and it was then that I realized how much I liked when he did that. It was a simple way for him to exert his dominance over me and I found I craved it.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
“You have two options,” he said gruffly. “You can either go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed or you can go into my office and have a seat on my desk. Your choice. I’ll join you in a moment.”
“Yes, Master.”
I didn’t want him to stop touching me, but he’d given me instructions. Not wanting to disappoint him, I turned and headed toward the back of the plane, uncertain which choice to make.
