It was his insanity.
“I realize we spoke already, but I just gotthe email from that guy you mentioned earlier this week. The new job?” When henodded and leaned back, listening, I continued. “They want to know about myopinion on BDSM and where I stand. I realize that’s probably to make surewhatever crazy they’re getting up to online won’t shock me, but how vagueshould I be? I don’t want this coming back to bite me in the ass.”
He grinned. “You wouldn’t mind a bit ofbiting.”
“There’s good pain and then there’s just apain in my ass.” And it had been a really long time since I’d gotten the goodkind.
He snorted. “They’re going to be a bit of apain in the ass, but they’re good people. Be as honest as you want. It won’t goany further if you make that clear.”
Who else would it go to?
“Do they have partners that are working onthis too? The email makes it sound like one guy.” This was why I hated vagueemails.
Eddie nodded. “Business partners, but theperson you’re talking to is single.”
I really hadn’t needed to know that.
“Not my business.”
Eddie grinned. “Come on, you’re a naturalflirt when you’re not trying to hide your kink from everyone.”
Possibly.
“This is work.” That made it completelydifferent.
“It can be both. Just relax and answer thequestions then see what happens.” His smile held a wicked gleam. “Let them seethe real you so they really understand that it’s safe to tell you about thesite.”
It sounded like they were beyond paranoid.
“If this goes badly, I’m going to bury yourass somewhere in the woods. There’s got to be bears around here somewhere.” Weweren’t too far from some national park areas. They had to have some man-eatinganimals, right?
Laughing, Eddie nodded. “Deal.”
Then the asshole disconnected.
Going back tothe original email, I read through it again, trying to decide where to start.Responding formally felt wrong, so I went with my gut and kept it casual.
I’m not sure whatkind of business you run or what kind of site you need, but I can promise youthat I am open-minded and have been involved in the lifestyle for years. As a memberof the BDSM community, as long as the site meets certain ethical guidelines andI can defend the content of the site to legal officials if necessary, I won’thave a problem with it.
The basic issues I mighthave with the subject would be anything with nonconsensual sexual topics orpictures, anything that depicts illegal activities with minors, and anything Iwould not be able to explain in a court if you should be sued or charged withanything.
Personally, I don’t havean issue with whatever consenting alphas, betas, and omegas do in their homesand in places where it is safe for them to explore their sexuality, but I don’tpush the limits past what is legal in most cases. If you need someone to pushthose boundaries, I’m not the right person for you.
I have to admit,however, that you have me very curious about the subject of the site. Theperson who referred you was very careful about what they said, but based onyour email, my guess would be some kind of BDSM dating site or something to dowith local dungeons in your area. Am I close?
At the very least youhave to appease my curiosity.
Michael
Going over itquickly, I refused to worry about it and hit send. Eddie seemed to think itwould work out and be the perfect job, but I wasn’t going to obsess about it.No matter what they were up to, I had plenty of work, regular and off thebooks, to keep me busy for months.
Pushing my laptop farther back on thetable, I stretched and looked at the clock. It was right at the point where itwas almost too late to go bug Shane. He wasn’t working as late as he used toanymore, but if I didn’t time it right, they were already in bed having fun.
Getting it just right to drive him crazywithout cockblocking him too badly was an art form.
Tanner thought it was funny, though. He’dnever had siblings, so he seemed to find us curiously amusing when the insanitywasn’t aimed at figuring out his relationship with Shane. I got a free pass onthat one since I’d figured out they weren’t as boring as they’d seemed, but theyreally hadn’t hidden it well.
Shit. Even my mother was starting to askquestions they wouldn’t want me to answer.
