She didn’t even know where he lived, because he didn’t have that listed on his profile. He could be anywhere in the country.
Her dad walked into the living room, where she sat on the couch with Barksley on her lap as she scrolled through her Facebook feed.
“Freeeedooooom!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, scaring the crap out of her and making Barksley bark.
Then he giggled and walked into the kitchen.
As her pulse tried to slow, she called after him. “If you’re trying to scare me to death, be advised I have no life insurance policy right now.”
“Howard!” her mother yelled from the back of the house. “I’m going to spank you!”
“Promise?” he yelled back. “You keep saying you will and you never do.”
“Aaaand I’m out.” Skye rose and headed for her bedroom with Barksley on her heels. Maybe there was a chance her kinky nature was inherited.
She didnotwant to find out.
Nope.
Chapter Four
Friday night, Skye had plans to eat out with her parents and friends of theirs. “Jenny’s been eager to meet you,” her mom said.
“I’m looking forward to it.” She was, really. When her mom had mentioned during one of her book club meetings that Skye was moving back down and looking for a job, Jenny had asked what Skye did for a living. It just happened Jenny had recently retired from a doctor’s office as their office manager, and they were now looking for a new billing clerk to take the place of the clerk who’d been promoted to office manager.
It’d been perfect.
So far, the job was working out great. After learning their system, it wasn’t much different than what she’d been doing for the past several years. Her coworkers were wonderful, and there were four doctors in the practice, which had recently joined up with a larger chain. Hopefully, if one of the doctors ever got popped for something, the whole practice wouldn’t close.
She hated to think like that, but having been burned once, it didn’t take Skye much to think ahead.
Jenny and her husband, Mike, were very friendly, nice people, and looked like they were only a couple of years older than her. But it didn’t take Skye more than a few minutes to feel ragingly envious of Jenny.
If they weren’t in some sort of D/s dynamic, they were sure doing a great job emulating one. Mike ordered for her—drinks and food—and Skye didn’t miss how when their food arrived Jenny waited for a subtle nod from Mike before she started eating.
And the stainless steel ankle bracelet she’d spotted the woman wearing when they arrived, complete with a tag, sure looked like a day collar if she’d ever seen one.
Except she knew she couldn’t say anything. For starters, she could be completely wrong.
Secondly, she didn’t want to out them if they were kinky.
Maybe their paths would cross eventually, if they were kinky. Meanwhile, Skye wouldn’t rock that boat.
Her parents knew she was kinky but only because she’d had that discussion with them back in college when she’d discovered BDSM. She didn’t want them seeing bruises on her and thinking that maybe she was being abused.
Turned out her parents were very open-minded. Other than a caution to be careful and use common sense, and an admonishment that she could always talk to them about anything, they hadn’t said much else to her about it.
That admonishment had been why Skye found herself tearfully confessing to her mother over the phone when she’d first thought Tightwad Adulterously was running around behind her back.
There’d been no “see we told you so’s” from them, either, even though Kelly had never endeared himself to them. All they’d done was give her tips on how to catch the fucking bastard and get the proof she’d need to trigger the clauses in the prenup and soak him for as much as possible.
On their way home, Skye stared out the window. So much had changed since she’d left Sarasota. She wished she’d been there to witness it first-hand throughout the years instead of moving.
“Did you like them, honey?” her mom asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
“Oh, yeah. They were very nice. Thanks for buying me dinner. I appreciate it.”
“Maybe they can introduce you around to some of their friends,” her mom said. “I know they’ve got this group of people they go out to dinner with a lot. Maybe they could help you meet someone.”
