Page 16 of Master Heimdall
Her expression never grew cold as she turned to face the customers. “They can wait for me like patient little subbies or go to the other bartender.”
I resisted the urge to laugh as her harsh words made some of the people waiting almost swoon. “Be careful, it almost sounds like you’re willing to lose the club money.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Just kidding.” I winked, and her ghost of a smile reappeared. We chatted as I scanned the club, spotting Dottie on the dance floor, laughing with one of the regulars. Her big welcoming personality was a perfect yang energy to Astrid’s yin. She’d been a server at Midgard for a while and had brought Raia here for that fateful interview she had with Thor. It seemed like forever ago now.
Dottie had grown both in her job, taking over as head server, and in flavors of interest in the club. I could see her becoming a permanent part of our group maybe someday. I knew for a fact that she’d played with several Dungeon Monitors that all had the hots for her, as well as with our resident sadist, Loki.
The lights on the floor pulsed with the music, and I noticed a crowd had formed at the far end of the dance floor. I followed the gazes of the men and women up to the birdcage and blood rushed to my cock. Spotlighted between the metal bars were all my fantasies brought to life.
Rose danced as if she was a siren calling all the sailors to throw themselves onto the rocks. Her skirt flared as she spun, giving glimpses of her ass framed by a red thong. Her hands traced along her breasts like a lover and it was impossible not to picture what they would look like without the black fabric restraining them. Technically, she was dancing, but it felt intimate, like a bedroom dance for a lover.
“Fuck.” I shifted to ease the pressure that was quickly becoming uncomfortable in my pants.
“You like?” Astrid indicated Rose. “She’s a friend of Freya’s and already breaking the hearts of the baby Doms with her disinterest.”
“She hasn’t scened with anyone?” I asked, not taking my eyes off Rose.
“No, not yet. You know her.” Astrid wasn’t asking.
“I do. She works for me. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. I suppose I should have guessed she was kinky since she’s Mari’s friend.” I tried to get my lust under control and forced my gaze away. “She’s off limits to me. I don’t mess around with employees.”
“Your rule or the company’s?”
I glared at Astrid. Last thing I needed was the woman encouraging me to break my rules. “Both, but she’s the best coordinator I’ve ever had, and if I jeopardize that for some playtime at the club, how happy will anyone be?”
“She doesn’t seem like a newbie to me. If you lay things out honestly and let her choose, what’s the harm? Seems to me she’s as interested in you as you are in her.”
I looked back and saw Rose was looking right at me. Our gazes caught and it suddenly felt like the sexy moves she was making were all for me. Should I offer her a scene?
Could I limit things to a single session? I wasn’t sure. Not even my closest friends understood how focused I was when in a relationship. The intensity of my few serious relationships had quickly led to their demise. I needed to be included in every part of my partner’s life. And with Rose I didn’t think I would be happy with occasional scenes.
Watching and protecting a woman wasn’t just a sexual thing, it was a core part of my personality. Privacy wasn’t something I was okay with. Even though I offered the same transparency, most women bristled about my wanting to track their every movement.
If I opened that can of worms with Rose, I might never be able to close it again. Even if we broke off the sexual side of our relationship, if she remained in my life, I knew myself well enough to know I would still need to keep track of her. The need came from the horrible circumstances surrounding my parents’ deaths but knowing the source of the compulsion did little to change it.
Rose’s smile as she pressed the button on the cage to call over a DM to let her out was both taunt and temptation. I looked away and tried to think through things logically. Keeping things casual wasn’t working. Maybe I should try to get her out of my system with an intense scene. If she balked, it would make it easier to step back and keep her relegated to fantasy. Or at least I hoped it would.
“What is the point of being the boss if you can’t break rules, especially if they are your own?” Astrid added with a smirk, as if challenging me to tell her she was wrong. “I see she’s headed this way. That’s my cue.”
Astrid left me with a half empty glass and my thoughts tumbling as to how to get what I needed without risk of losing her at the office. Each person Rose passed as she stalked toward me took a second look. The woman naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Mari had the same ability but where she demanded that attention, Rose enticed it. Others might confuse the beautiful sub with a Domme, but I could see the need to please etched in her soul as she approached.
I clung to a fragile hope that our kinks would not align and all this heat and teasing would come to nothing. The way she’d put on a show made that unlikely, but she might want something on my hard limits list. I wasn’t into hard physical punishments, preferring sensual play over pain.
I almost growled when Rose was intercepted by some fool in shiny vinyl. The punch of possessiveness I felt was unwelcomed but I felt better when she smiled and dismissed him quickly, but I didn’t like that she had even paused. Why was I so attracted to this woman who when she spoke with another man, woke my sleeping dragon?
Rose didn't fit my usual type at all. I preferred larger women both in height and stature because at 6’6” it was hard not to overwhelm someone. Wanting someone this badly who was so tiny was confusing. Hell, I could carry her all day and not even notice the extra weight.
“Hey, boss, funny meeting you here.”
Was she going to pretend she hadn’t been taunting me from afar? I raised a brow and took a sip of my drink before answering. “Is it?”
“Okay, so I guess not too much of a shock since you are friends with Mari. But I didn’t picture you out at a club.”
“Where did you picture me?”
“Brooding in a dark security room every night. Or out serving vigilante justice.” The laughter in her eyes made me smile.