Page 5 of Playing with Forever
“That was me, saving you from making a big mistake,” I replied. “So, you’re welcome.”
Andrea’s brows shot up. “I didn’t know that I’d been assigned a babysitter. Did Madison put you up to this?”
Ahh, so her older sister was the culprit who’d given her the invitation, which made sense considering Madison, and her husband Rick, frequented the club in San Diego. “No, but she’d thank me if she knew I’d stepped in. That guy has no clue what to do with a brat like you.”
She scoffed. “Oh, and you do?”
As soon as I arched a brow, indicating that oh, yes, I most definitely knewexactlyhow to discipline a little hellion like her, her entire face flushed with realization before she jutted her chin out.
“Well, I can’t remember signing anything that said I needed a vetting process or some kind of dom-sub matchmaker, and I’d know if I did because I read that form pretty thoroughly. I did, however, read something about how to let the staff know if a creep is bothering you.”
I held her gaze and called her bluff. “Then go ahead. Signal.”
Andrea huffed out a deflated breath. “You know, I think it’s your arrogance that annoys me the most.”
“Oh, you have a list?”
She nodded. “A very long one. I rearrange it sometimes when I’m bored on a rainy day. Nothing like a good burning hatred to keep life interesting.”
Andrea threw every one of her words out at me like a challenge, and she had no idea how badly I wanted to grab her and spank her and tease her until she gave in and called me sir and begged me for mercy. She didn’t back down from my rebuttals, she just jabbed right back, having no idea what kind of bear she was poking. Our entire interaction had my cock twitching hot and heavy between my legs, had me aching to see just how beautifully she’d submit to me.
“You look good,” I told her, because I was in danger and needed to hurry up and end this conversation before things really got out of control. “I’m sure that dress will look even lovelier hanging up neatly in your closet at home.”
Andrea frowned at my comment, her forehead puckering as she tried to make sense of what I meant. “Are you telling me to…take my dress off? Because the line isit would look better on my bedroom floor.”
Oh, yes, it would.I couldn’t argue that. “I’m telling you to go home and change into something comfortable,” I replied, trying to reason with her. “Watch some trashy TV. Enjoy some ice cream. You don’t belong here.”
Andrea bristled and waved her hand to the bartender for her second—and last—drink. “I belong here just as much as anyone else. In fact, I was doing just fine until you showed up and scared that guy off.”
“If he was worth your time, he would have stayed calm and handled me instead of tucking his tail and running off.”
“I don’t think you realize what you look like when you’re being all…” Andrea waved her hand up and down at me. “Youknow.”
I grinned, unable to stop the look of amusement before it formed. “Actually, I don’t know. Enlighten me.”
Andrea shook her head, causing that enticing ponytail to brush across her bare shoulders. “You’re insufferable, and I’m here to have a good time. I can handle myself. I’m not a child.”
Before I could catch myself, I let my gaze drag down the length of her body, then back up again until I was staring into her vivid blue eyes. “Trust me, I’m very aware of howadultyou are.”
“Great.” She gave me an overly perky grin and picked up the drink that the bartender delivered to her. “I’m glad we can agree on something. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to enjoy whatever the club has to offer.”
As soon as she walked off by herself, I saw enough male interest in the room to spur me into action. I pushed off the bar and caught up to her before any other guy could approach her. Gently grabbing her arm, I brought her to a stop, ignoring the look of annoyance she shot my way and the way she stiffened at my touch.
“What?” she snapped irritably.
I sighed. “You reallyaregoing to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”
She stared into my eyes, and as I watched, that defiance ebbed, and she swallowed hard before replying. “I’m here for a reason, Chase, and I’m not leaving until I experience…”
She caught herself before she could finish her sentence, but the flash of insecurities I saw in her eyes softened my attitude toward her. “Experience what, Andrea?” I prompted.
I didn’t expect her to give me an answer when I could see that whatever she was holding back was so personal, so I was shocked when she did reply.
“I want to know what it’s like…to have a man dom me.”
The honesty, the vulnerability, was unlike anything any other woman had ever shared with me. Her reasons for wanting this went deeper than just the thrill of being tied up, or paddled, or any other number of Dom/sub scenarios. This felt like a deep seated need for her, and that was something I could relate to and understand…even if I hated the idea of Andrea experiencing all those firsts with another man.
I knew telling her to leave again was just going to piss her off, make her more rebellious and possibly push her toward anI’m going to prove you wrongstance. The last thing I wanted was her to be in the wrong headspace, and I wasn’t about to give someone as innocent as her to the wolves prowling around the club.
