Page 62 of Becoming
Cass nodded. “Good.” She held her hand out to Hunter. “Thank you. I owe you big time.”
Hunter held Cass’s hand firmly. “You don’t owe me anything. I should have thought to do this myself. I knew she was holding on to this, but I…”
“Hey. You saved her life, Hunter. Let me save her heart.”
“SUMPTOR GALLERIES, HOW may I help you?”
“Is Eve in?”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Rebecca Cuinn.”
“One moment, Ms. Cuinn.” There was only time for a few bars of some song Rebecca couldn’t quite place before the line clicked over.
“It’s nice being popular.” Eve’s sensual voice sounded amused. “Hello, Rebecca.”
“Popular?”
“It’s just been a busy couple of days. What can I do for you?”
“I’m in need of a change.”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. “Sorry, I was a little taken aback by that. You usually call my cell for personal reasons. What’s wrong? I was under the impression life was going quite well for you. How is Cass?”
Rebecca’s heart fluttered at the mention of Cass’s name. She absolutely hated that they were clashing right now. Especially since it was all Rebecca’s fault.
“She’s fine. We’re fine. And, my life is going quite well. I want to keep it that way which is why I need a change. And why I called your office. This is business, not personal. At least, not completely personal.”
“How can I help?”
“I need to sell the club. You’ve mentioned before that you knew people interested in the type of business I’m in. Is that still accurate?”
“I could be interested.”
Rebecca’s eyebrows shot up. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Eve, but it’s not for you. While I’m sure you would make a formidable Dom, you have more important things to focus your energy on.”
Eve laughed heartily. “I’m flattered to know that Mistress thinks I could rival her.”
“Ah ah, I said you’d be formidable, not competition for me,” Rebecca joked.
“My apologies,” Eve chuckled. “But, you’re probably right. About the more important things, that is. Let me put feelers out. Does it matter if they want to change the direction?”
Rebecca felt that familiar feeling of guilt trying to creep in, and she quickly tamped it down. She was tired of Samantha having a hold on her life. All she ever did was ruin things.
“No, it doesn’t matter. It’s just time for me to move on. I can’t do that living behind the mask.”
“So, you’re giving up the lifestyle?”
“Not exactly. Just… rerouting it.”
“I must say, I’m surprised by this move,” Eve said mildly.
“As I said, some things are more important.”
“I take that to mean things are more than fine with Cass?”
“They will be. She thinks I’m holding myself back by keeping a part of Samantha via the club.”