Page 80 of Dear Mr. Brody
Me: I do not enjoy people’s pain. For the record.
Parker: Damn. I thought I might get to bump you up to lesson number five.
Me: Ha.
Parker: What, not a whips-and-chains kind of guy?
Me: I guess I can’t say no since I’ve never tried it, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say probably not.
Parker: No whips and chains. Check.
I figured he was only joking, but I wondered if maybe he wasn’t.
Me: Is that something you’d ever want?
Parker: No. Not that I’m judging those who like it. But it’s not for me.
Relief slowed my pulse.
Me: I’m not judging either, but thank God.
Me: Off topic… Can I talk to Anders today about your work?
Parker: Can we talk about BDSM again?
Me: He’s going to love it.
The dots at the bottom of my screen danced and disappeared four times.
Parker: You can show him.
Me: We can talk about what he thinks after class. Would you want to have dinner with me again tonight?
Parker: Yes.
Heat crawled up my neck, excitement fueling the fire as I stared at the screen.
Me: I’ll see you this evening, then.
Parker: Text me if he hates it?
Me: He won’t.
“Got a minute?” Anders asked as he walked into my office and shut the door.
“Of course.” I set my phone on my desk. “What’s up?”
He sat down across from me, his brows knitting together as he said, “I told my mom Ethan and I are getting married on a riverbank, most likely the Chattahoochee. She wasn’t pleased.”
I chuckled at his wounded expression. “Did she disown you?”
“Not this time. But I’m sure she thought about it.” He laughed and rubbed his jaw. “I told her she could do the invitations. I think it was my saving grace. Anyway,” he said. “The call this morning, Kris should have given you everything you need.”
“She did. I appreciate it.”
Anders started to stand. “Let me know if you need anything else. Blanding Production can be a pain to deal with. Ask for twenty percent, they’ll bargain you down to ten, which is perfect.”
“Before you go, can I…” My throat narrowed and I sucked in a breath. “Can I talk to you about something?”