Page 45 of Faith

“Nic?”

“I’m here, and you’re insane.”

“Why?”

“In love? I am notthatstupid.”

“Why, because you believed in the wrong man once?”

Exactly. “I don’t have time to talk about Oliver, or anything else other than what to say to Jensen.”

“I don’t know. I’d definitely offer my body up to him if I were you. I’ve heard stories.”

“What kind of stories?”

“From a few of the subs at Rough ‘n Ready. He’s considered one of the best unattached Doms.”

Damn, Serenity just had to go and say that to her. Now, she would want to know. Of course, she wanted to know. She’d been fantasizing for months about it, and now…

“Nicola!”

“What?”

“God. Okay, I am going to let you go because there is coffee and I can smell bacon. Call me later and tell me what happened.”

“Sure. Bye.”

She clicked her phone off and then decided to take a shower. She was definitely going to take all the time she could before she had to face Jensen. It made her a bit of a coward, but there was one thing Jensen needed to learn: she was a submissive in the bedroom only, but not outside of it.

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Jensen controlled his emotions—or tried to at least. He wanted to pace his office, but decided to concentrate on his work, which lasted all of thirty minutes. He’d heard the shower turn off ten or fifteen minutes earlier, and now he waited.

Why was he waiting? Normally, he wouldn’t. As a Dom, he controlled the situation. But, as he thought the night before, this was different.Shewas different. Also, she was as affected by him as he was by her. She wanted him. He would never step over the line without permission.

“Marta?” Nicola called out.

“I gave her the day off,” he said just loud enough for her to hear.

She appeared in the doorway to his office. She wore her hair slicked back in what he called her battle bun. It was the hairstyle she wore when she wanted to kick someone’s arse. The only thing free from confinement were her bangs. The red sundress she wore was one he had seen before, and it was enough to drive him insane. It didn’t show much skin, only enough to entice him. The soft fabric hugged her curves. His palms itched. He wanted to follow those lines with his fingers, mouth…every single body part that would work.

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Tell Marta not to come in?”

“I told her to take the day off, with pay. We didn’t need her.”

“Please tell me the coffee I smell was not made by you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Your coffeemaking skills suck.”

“I only turned the coffeemaker on, Marta set it up last night.”

“Thank God,” she said, spinning around and heading to the kitchen.