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“What? I’m just curious about how much design experience someone needs to make a leather G-string.”
Greer rolled her eyes. “She works with latex, not leather.”
Now it was my turn to bite back a smile.
“Stop it, Rylan. I’m serious. I really like her.”
Raising my hands, I said, “Okay, I’ll give it a shot. I mean, apparently, I’m going to be working there now, so…” I chuckled softly. “Who saw that coming?”
“I did. Duh.” Greer splayed her hands in front of her. “Bookworm by day, bondage baddie by night.”
“Oh my God.”
The server returned with our drinks, and I froze. Had she heard that last bit? She left the drinks and I shook my head at Greer, who just smiled mischievously and raised her glass for acheers.
“Will I meet Lacey tonight?”
Greer smiled as she set her glass down. “I hope so.”
“What does she look like?”
“Oh my God.” She groaned, rolling her eyes back in her head dramatically. “You should see this girl, Ry. She’s like…” She focused on the ceiling as she tried to come up with the perfect description. “Okay, so, like Barbie Ferreira and Sydney Sweeney had a baby, right? And that baby’s all grown up now. All voluptuous and sexy, like, she doesn’t eventryto be—she justis, you know?” She widened her eyes in emphasis. “That’s Lacey.” Greer chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating in a veryun-Greer-like way, then finally said, “And she’s a Domme.”
My eyes widened.
“You know… she’s a dominatrix.”
“Iknow, Greer.” I huffed. “Stop explaining everything like I don’t know.”
She watched me as I let everything sink in, eyes narrowing. “Don’t be judgy.”
“I’m not, I just… I’m surprised, that’s all.”
“I just want to check it out,” she said a bit defensively.
“Hey.” I set my glass down and looked at my best friend. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was judging. I’m sorry.”
She gave me a lopsided smile.
“G, I’m serious. If you want me to go to some Dominatrix fashion show at a fetish club, I’m in, okay? Any time.”
“Thanks, Ry.” She nodded, visibly relaxing.
At least one of us was relaxed about going to a Dominatrix fashion show at a fetish club.
Chapter Thirteen
Cabot
Back at my place, I got in a few miles on the treadmill, expelling the pent-up energy I’d been fighting all day. I couldn’t go into the club with Stella tonight with all of this sexual frustration, or with my mind so consumed by other things. Whatever happened tonight, my job was to be intently focused on Stella.
Which would be tough with the way Rylan Blake had completely consumed my every thought.
She’d gotten under my skin, and that was unacceptable.
She was myintern, for fuck’s sake.
Nothing more could come of the attraction I felt toward her.