just come for a cheap thrill? Time would tell.
“You
guys hear from Cel?” he asked Rodney and Louanne.
Louanne
nodded, but strangely, didn’t make eye contact. “Yeah, I talked to her around
lunchtime, and she said she’d be here. I thought she’d be here early, because
she had some of the supplies we’re supposed to be using tonight.” Louanne
shifted nervously, and quickly got up to go adjust some chairs.
Maverick
glanced at the clock again. They were supposed to start in ten minutes. Louanne
already had the filming gear set up at the back of the room, and the escort to
the club stood by the door with his arms folded, gesturing for people to enter
one of Chains That Bind conference rooms where they’d set up.
He
picked up his phone and dialed.
“Yeah?”
Celia answered on the second ring.
“Where
the hell are you?” he said between gritted teeth. Jesus, the girl was getting
on his nerves these days.
“Easy,
big boy. On my way in now.”
“You’re
not driving, are you? On your phone?”
“And
if I were, what the hell would you do about it?” she said, her voice
taking on a surprisingly sharp tone.
What
the hell? Seriously?
He
felt his anger mounting. He growled into the phone, but before he could speak,
she continued. “I’m coming in now. Bye.”
And
he saw her. Gorgeous red hair, piled high on her head. A tight-fitting tee
shirt that said Bite me across her chest, jeans that hugged her narrow
hips, and knee-high black boots with a heel that made her two inches taller.
She had a silver shrug on, and a matching bag. She looked casual, and hot as
hell. Fuck.
She
wasn’t alone.
Behind
her, with his hand on her fucking lower back walked a man a good deal
taller than she was. He was built, Maverick could tell, thin tee shirt
stretched across his chest, bulging muscles and an armband tattoo that circled
his left bicep. He had a shaved head, and was clean-shaven. God, but she knew how
to pick ‘em. He gestured for her to sit down but she shook her head and walked
over to where the rest of them stood. The man put a protective hand on Celia’s
arm, as they walked over.
“Hi,
guys,” Celia said, effectively ignoring Maverick’s
glare. “This is Shane. We met here a week or so ago.” Rodney shook hands and
Louanne greeted him. Maverick glared.
Celia
shot him a look that plainly said, Really? as she rolled her eyes.
“You
guys need me to shoot tonight?” she asked.
“Would
you mind staying with me?” Louanne responded. “I’ve got a pretty good idea what
I’m doing, but I’m not sure.”
“Sure,”
she said. “You mind, honey?” she asked Shane. He shook his head, and followed
her to where Louanne led them.
Honey?
Fuck.
He had to get his shit together. Their class was about to begin.
Rodney
stood in front of the room.
“Evening,
ladies and gentleman,” he began. “And welcome to our first... shall we say... session.” An appreciative murmur went up from the audience and Maverick snickered. He
was grateful Rodney was ready to begin, as he couldn’t handle it right now.
“First,
before we get to our demo, we’re going to go over the basics we’ve already
covered in other classes.” As Rodney began, Maverick’s mind wandered. He
glanced over at Celia. Shane whispered in her ear, and she was biting her lip.
Shit. Why did it never bother him before when she was with another guy? She was always with a guy. She was gorgeous, and guys practically fell all over
her. Why did it bother him now?
Rodney
talked about rules, and safewords, and building trust in the relationship. He
talked about expectations, and punishment. Maverick was vaguely aware of the
questions that came up as Rodney answered them, repeatedly trying to give
Maverick a silent signal to jump in and help him out, but Rodney was handling
things fine, and Maverick was grateful to take a back seat.
A
tall, gangly guy with thick glasses raised his hand. Rodney nodded to him.
“How
soon in the relationship
“You
guys hear from Cel?” he asked Rodney and Louanne.
Louanne
nodded, but strangely, didn’t make eye contact. “Yeah, I talked to her around
lunchtime, and she said she’d be here. I thought she’d be here early, because
she had some of the supplies we’re supposed to be using tonight.” Louanne
shifted nervously, and quickly got up to go adjust some chairs.
Maverick
glanced at the clock again. They were supposed to start in ten minutes. Louanne
already had the filming gear set up at the back of the room, and the escort to
the club stood by the door with his arms folded, gesturing for people to enter
one of Chains That Bind conference rooms where they’d set up.
He
picked up his phone and dialed.
“Yeah?”
Celia answered on the second ring.
“Where
the hell are you?” he said between gritted teeth. Jesus, the girl was getting
on his nerves these days.
“Easy,
big boy. On my way in now.”
“You’re
not driving, are you? On your phone?”
“And
if I were, what the hell would you do about it?” she said, her voice
taking on a surprisingly sharp tone.
What
the hell? Seriously?
He
felt his anger mounting. He growled into the phone, but before he could speak,
she continued. “I’m coming in now. Bye.”
And
he saw her. Gorgeous red hair, piled high on her head. A tight-fitting tee
shirt that said Bite me across her chest, jeans that hugged her narrow
hips, and knee-high black boots with a heel that made her two inches taller.
She had a silver shrug on, and a matching bag. She looked casual, and hot as
hell. Fuck.
She
wasn’t alone.
Behind
her, with his hand on her fucking lower back walked a man a good deal
taller than she was. He was built, Maverick could tell, thin tee shirt
stretched across his chest, bulging muscles and an armband tattoo that circled
his left bicep. He had a shaved head, and was clean-shaven. God, but she knew how
to pick ‘em. He gestured for her to sit down but she shook her head and walked
over to where the rest of them stood. The man put a protective hand on Celia’s
arm, as they walked over.
“Hi,
guys,” Celia said, effectively ignoring Maverick’s
glare. “This is Shane. We met here a week or so ago.” Rodney shook hands and
Louanne greeted him. Maverick glared.
Celia
shot him a look that plainly said, Really? as she rolled her eyes.
“You
guys need me to shoot tonight?” she asked.
“Would
you mind staying with me?” Louanne responded. “I’ve got a pretty good idea what
I’m doing, but I’m not sure.”
“Sure,”
she said. “You mind, honey?” she asked Shane. He shook his head, and followed
her to where Louanne led them.
Honey?
Fuck.
He had to get his shit together. Their class was about to begin.
Rodney
stood in front of the room.
“Evening,
ladies and gentleman,” he began. “And welcome to our first... shall we say... session.” An appreciative murmur went up from the audience and Maverick snickered. He
was grateful Rodney was ready to begin, as he couldn’t handle it right now.
“First,
before we get to our demo, we’re going to go over the basics we’ve already
covered in other classes.” As Rodney began, Maverick’s mind wandered. He
glanced over at Celia. Shane whispered in her ear, and she was biting her lip.
Shit. Why did it never bother him before when she was with another guy? She was always with a guy. She was gorgeous, and guys practically fell all over
her. Why did it bother him now?
Rodney
talked about rules, and safewords, and building trust in the relationship. He
talked about expectations, and punishment. Maverick was vaguely aware of the
questions that came up as Rodney answered them, repeatedly trying to give
Maverick a silent signal to jump in and help him out, but Rodney was handling
things fine, and Maverick was grateful to take a back seat.
A
tall, gangly guy with thick glasses raised his hand. Rodney nodded to him.
“How
soon in the relationship
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