Page 4 of Delicious Surrender
Garrick leaned forward, piercing her with his dark eyes. “Believe me, they will flirt. You must be prepared to dodge, deflect, and flirt back so there are no bruised egos.”
“I can handle that,” she said confidently. There were plenty of times she had to evade wayward hands and unwanted attention while slinging cocktails and chicken wings.
Garrick went on, “During our fetish parties, members will expect absolute obedience, and they may push your buttons to test it.”
Brynne’s eyes widened, and she wondered what would happen if she lost her temper or really fucked something up. “What if I accidentally spill a drink?”
Garrick steepled his fingers and touched his lips as he mulled over the question.
“Master Gage or I would decide on the punishment. If you spilled a drink without breaking glass, you would get on your hands and knees to wipe it up. We might make you pull your skirt up, so your arse is on display as you do it.”
Brynne inhaled sharply and bit her tongue.
“If you broke the glass, someone else would need to clean it up, and you might receive a spanking for being clumsy.”
“Um, I would do my best not to let that happen,” she whispered.
“Does that mean spanking doesn’t turn you on?” Garrick studied her, measuring and assessing. It seemed like an innocent question, but it did not fool her.
“I—I do like being spanked, but being punished in front of your guests would be…” She shivered just thinking about it. “Mortifying.”
Garrick rose and retrieved a folder from his desk. “Our members’ privacy is more important than anything else, as you saw from the comprehensive NDA we emailed.” He placed the three-page document on the coffee table. “Here is a printed copy you can sign for me now.”
Brynne took the fancy pen he offered and signed the last page. She had read it from top to bottom and knew she couldn’t tell anyone what went on in this place.
“Now, all we need is the reference from a Dom or someone known in the scene who will vouch for you.”
Brynne nodded absently, but then realization dawned. Her hands twisted in her lap. Could she have misheard him? “I have—I mean Jared Blackwood has vouched for me. Is that what you mean?”
“No, sweetheart, I mean a legitimate letter of reference that lets us know someone properly trained you to behave with grace and obedience in all circumstances you may experience here at the club.”
Her eyes widened as she struggled to gather her thoughts. “I, um, I will get that for you.”
“Good. Bring it when you come back for the second interview with Master Gage. He owns Dominus, and all candidates must meet his approval before we offer employment.”
Garrick rose and pressed a buzzer by the door. She stood and tugged her wrinkled skirt down, wiping the perspiration off her palms.
He turned and gave Brynne his business card. “Call the main number when you have your reference letter, and they will set up your next appointment.”
“Thank you, will do. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hunt. I really appreciate your time.”
“Same. Take good care, Brynne. Wait right out here for Miles. He will escort you out.”
Brynne was itching to call Jared, but it would have to wait. As she waited for the butler, she overheard raised voices behind the door across the hall.
“I don’t give a fuck about your finances, Sierra. You should have thought of that before you lied to me.”
Brynne held her breath and stood there, curious to hear more.
“If you need money, perhaps you should sell some of your designer handbags—or pawn the ring you decided to keep. I’m sure you could raise a hundred thousand pounds.” The accent was distinctly Scottish, and his voice dripped with contempt.
A woman’s voice pierced the silence. “You are such a bastard! After everything we’ve shared, how can you be so callous?”
“You don’t really want me to answer that, do you? I have work to do. See yourself out.”
Brynne moved quickly down the hall when the conversation ended. The door swung open, and a tall, stunning blonde started toward her.
Her icy scowl pinned Brynne to the spot. “What the hell are you looking at?”