He texted back.
I don’t want to screw this up.
Thank god she hadn’t worn makeup.
You’re doing great, seriously.
I’m open to suggestions.
She really had to get moving, but this was more important.
Would you mind if I texted you good morning every morning, Sir?
He must have been waiting for her response.
I’d love that.
Her soul cried out to cancel going to the club so she could drive over to Axel’s and talk with him.
Except she knew that was exactly why she couldn’t. This had to be built slowly, and she couldn’t risk dropping into some sort of subfrenzy all because she felt lonely and unfulfilled.
If this was to work, she had to take her time.
Thank you, Sir. I have to get moving to the club.
Drive safe, sweetie. :)
Skye headed to Venture, her mind rolling and replaying that series of texts. This felt…right. She could teach him the Dom stuff, or find other Doms and Tops to teach him.
It was the control, the Dominant personality that had to be his and come from him. She couldn’t push him.
Except…he seemed to be naturally slipping into that.
She hoped.
Cali had assured Skye that volunteers were fine wearing jeans and comfortable shoes. Especially since they frequently did everything from manning the front desk, to taking out the garbage, to mopping the floors, to scrubbing the bathrooms.
Bet the romance books don’t talk aboutthatstuff.
She’d opted for jeans, Hello Kitty sneakers, and a T-shirt from a fetish convention she’d attended eight years ago. It was black, mostly, so she figured it’d fit right in.
Cali was unlocking the office door when Skye pulled into the parking lot and parked next to her. By the time Skye reached the office door, Cali was already inside and turning on the lights.
“Hey,” Skye called out as she stuck her head through the door leading to the dungeon. It was dark. Damned dark. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’m going to have you shadow me in the office tonight,” she called over her shoulder from where she was using the flashlight on her phone to see. “Hang on.”
She reached the breaker panel and lights flooded to life, as did the air-conditioning. “That’s better. Sean and Max aren’t far behind me. They distracted each other and I didn’t want anyone hanging around outside waiting on us because those two couldn’t keep it in their pants.”
“They sound like a handful.”
“They are.” She smiled. “But I love them.”
Back in the office, Cali showed her the opening checklist in a procedures manual and walked her through where everything was. Definitely was far easier than what she did at work, although at work she didn’t have to handle cash very often.
“I didn’t want to say this in front of the others on Monday,” Cali said, “and I’d prefer you keep it to yourself, but you’re the only volunteer out of this new batch I want working the front desk right now.”
This couldn’t be good. “Why’s that?”
