Chapter 1
Asa
“There is nothing wrong with findingcompetence sexy.” Sitting up straighter, not that it helped make me looktaller, I stared at the wiggly, nearly naked man. “You asked what traits I findsexy in a man and I told you. Competence. Intelligence. Emotional stability.”
This was not rocket science.
Conner didn’t seem to agree with thatsentiment, however. He was gaping at me like I was a bizarre new species of bughe’d just discovered. But since that was an improvement over his initialreaction to my clothing, or just the fact that I was wearing them, I didn’tworry about it.
Shaking his head, he gestured around theroom. “Those are important characteristics in a good person, especially a goodDom, but what about looks?”
The expression on his face said he had noidea what I was talking about, but he was trying to be polite. Unfortunately, itwas one I was familiar with.
Trying not to sigh, I ran my hand down my shirtand sat straighter. I was going to have to compromise and come down to hislevel if we were going to get anything accomplished. “Personality, moralfortitude, and intelligence are more important than looks, but yes, thereshould be physical attraction.”
But since I’d never dated with that inmind, I wasn’t sure what to say. Everything else had always come first, andthen the attraction had followed. “I appreciate tall men?”
Conner’s sigh said that wasn’t particularlyhelpful…and since I was barely five foot five if I stretched, he might havebeen right.
“Let’s try this again.” He studied theroom, nodding and muttering to himself. “I think we can cross off anyone inpolitics. Just to be on the safe side.”
Since that seemed like a prudent choice, Inodded.
Turning back to me, he rolled his waterbottle between his hands. “Most younger guys might not have a lot of…well, anyof that yet, so can we say that you’re looking for someone a bit older?”
I’d always been drawn to more mature men,and college had just solidified that, so I nodded. “Yes, that sounds logical.”
Conner looked oddly relieved. “Alright, you’re…you’renot that old so maybe not too mature—”
I scoffed. “I’m over twenty-one. Don’t makeit sound like I’m five.”
Conner snorted. “You’re one day overtwenty-one. So yeah, you’re basically five compared to the guys I’m thinkingabout introducing you to, so forgive me for worrying.”
Just from glancing around the room, I couldtell I was at least more mature than a good portion of the men I could see, soI thought he was being dramatic. “I’d have applied earlier if I could have.”
That didn’t seem to help Conner’sdisposition. “I’ve never met a more polite brat in my life.”
Was I supposed to respond to that?
His huff indicated I should’ve saidsomething, but he charged back in anyway. “Alright, so you like tall. Whatabout BDSM preferences?”
That was easier to answer than picking outrandom physical traits that might end up being attractive. “My interests lie incontrol, restraints, and mild pain. I’m also more than a bit curious about thelifestyle side of BDSM, not just weekend scenes.”
Conner rolled his eyes. “Of course youare.”
Since they’d already taken my money andapproved my application, I didn’t feel the need to be polite any longer. “Youreally are very dramatic.”
It made me wonder if there was acorrelation between bad behavior and a lack of clothing.
Conner actually looked chagrined. “Sorry,for some reason you rub me the wrong way.”
I shrugged. “I could say the same aboutyou, but I wasn’t going to.”
I might have been raised by wolves, but atleast I knew how to behave. “You don’t have to like me. You’re definitely notmy target market. But if what you’re saying is that this is not the rightestablishment for me, please refund my fee and I’ll be on my way. Honestly,with the number of politicians you were rumored to have as members, I wasn’tsure this was going to be a good fit anyway. Different values and all.”
Ha.
When his face tightened, I knew I’d scoreda hit.
