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Townsend,
I’ll send these measurements to Elisabeth, and she’ll pull the items once you
tell her what you’d like.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
Being the quick learner that I am, I take Dane’s arm and
follow him out of the dressing room.
“Everyone knows you here.” I slap my hand across my mouth,
realizing I’ve just spoken out of turn. My body flinches when his gaze snaps
toward me.
Dane reaches for my hand, slowly pulling it off my mouth. He
glances up and down the hall and then presses me against the wall by way of
stepping into me.
“Bellamy.” He leans in, his mouth grazing my ear. The racing
of my heart has nothing on my inability to catch my breath. I wait for him to
speak, only I hear him pull in a breath and stop, backing off of me with no
explanation as to what that just was.
I get the feeling I’m wearing his patience to the bone.
“Let’s get out of here.” He doesn’t stick his arm out this
time, and I make sure I’m walking at least three strides behind him.
When we emerge among the living, the blinding afternoon
light sears my eyes. I want to ask if he’s mad at me, but I can’t say a word.
We walk in total silence back to Townsend Tower, and when we reach the end of
our hallway, I refuse to let him walk away without at least telling me where I
stand.
With my hand on the door to my office, I inhale, and say,
“If I’m not right for you, tell me now.”
Only he doesn’t answer, and by the time I turn around, he’s
gone and his door is shut. I’m not sure he heard me, and I’m not sure I have
the courage to march into his office and ask that question one more time.
I plop down in my chair and rest my head in my hand before
reaching for a pen. It’s the silver bullet pen I signed the consent form with.
I spin it around as fast as I can like I’m playing spin the bottle.
Not that I’ve ever played spin the bottle.
I’m not sure what else there is for me to do until Dane
tells me what’s going on.
Two hours pass before desk phone rings. I clear my throat.
“Bellamy speaking.”
“Do you trust me?” The sound of Dane’s voice sends a
pleasant electric current down the center of me that incinerates the bulk of my
worries.
Am I already that
conditioned to crave his attention?
I teeter a bit, not sure if I should tell him the truth and
risk being kicked to the curb or tell him I wholeheartedly trust him.
“It’s okay if you don’t,” he says.
Is this a trick question?
“I don’t know you that well yet,” I say.
“Correct answer.” He ends the call, and within twenty
seconds he’s standing in front of my desk. “You don’t trust me yet, Bellamy,
and that’s normal. You shouldn’t trust me. That’s something we build over time.
Together.”
He steps from the front of my desk to where I’m seated,
pulling me up. We’re separated by a couple close inches, our scents mingling.
“What you did earlier,” he says, his jaw clenched. “At the
Crystal Swan...”
“What did I do?”
“The fear, Bellamy. You thought I was going to hurt you when
you spoke out of turn. You covered your mouth, and I saw it all in your eyes
when you flinched. You can’t be afraid of me, or this will never work.”
“I’m not afraid of you ,” I hold my head up. “I’m afraid
to disappoint you.”
“Fear is fear.” He lifts a hand to the side of my face. “I’m
not a sadist, Bellamy. Fear and pain don’t mix with pleasure. Not for me. I’ll
never degrade you, humiliate you, punish you publicly or painfully, and I’ll
never abuse you.”
“I understand.”
“Why don’t we take a night to sleep on all this? I imagine
it’s been a pretty intense day for you.”
My heart drops with a quick thud, and I’m ninety-nine
percent sure he’s in the process of changing his mind about me.
“Why is your face falling like that?” The corner of his
mouth twists up, revealing a flash of a dimple I’d give anything to run my
fingertips against. “You think I’m
I’ll send these measurements to Elisabeth, and she’ll pull the items once you
tell her what you’d like.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
Being the quick learner that I am, I take Dane’s arm and
follow him out of the dressing room.
“Everyone knows you here.” I slap my hand across my mouth,
realizing I’ve just spoken out of turn. My body flinches when his gaze snaps
toward me.
Dane reaches for my hand, slowly pulling it off my mouth. He
glances up and down the hall and then presses me against the wall by way of
stepping into me.
“Bellamy.” He leans in, his mouth grazing my ear. The racing
of my heart has nothing on my inability to catch my breath. I wait for him to
speak, only I hear him pull in a breath and stop, backing off of me with no
explanation as to what that just was.
I get the feeling I’m wearing his patience to the bone.
“Let’s get out of here.” He doesn’t stick his arm out this
time, and I make sure I’m walking at least three strides behind him.
When we emerge among the living, the blinding afternoon
light sears my eyes. I want to ask if he’s mad at me, but I can’t say a word.
We walk in total silence back to Townsend Tower, and when we reach the end of
our hallway, I refuse to let him walk away without at least telling me where I
stand.
With my hand on the door to my office, I inhale, and say,
“If I’m not right for you, tell me now.”
Only he doesn’t answer, and by the time I turn around, he’s
gone and his door is shut. I’m not sure he heard me, and I’m not sure I have
the courage to march into his office and ask that question one more time.
I plop down in my chair and rest my head in my hand before
reaching for a pen. It’s the silver bullet pen I signed the consent form with.
I spin it around as fast as I can like I’m playing spin the bottle.
Not that I’ve ever played spin the bottle.
I’m not sure what else there is for me to do until Dane
tells me what’s going on.
Two hours pass before desk phone rings. I clear my throat.
“Bellamy speaking.”
“Do you trust me?” The sound of Dane’s voice sends a
pleasant electric current down the center of me that incinerates the bulk of my
worries.
Am I already that
conditioned to crave his attention?
I teeter a bit, not sure if I should tell him the truth and
risk being kicked to the curb or tell him I wholeheartedly trust him.
“It’s okay if you don’t,” he says.
Is this a trick question?
“I don’t know you that well yet,” I say.
“Correct answer.” He ends the call, and within twenty
seconds he’s standing in front of my desk. “You don’t trust me yet, Bellamy,
and that’s normal. You shouldn’t trust me. That’s something we build over time.
Together.”
He steps from the front of my desk to where I’m seated,
pulling me up. We’re separated by a couple close inches, our scents mingling.
“What you did earlier,” he says, his jaw clenched. “At the
Crystal Swan...”
“What did I do?”
“The fear, Bellamy. You thought I was going to hurt you when
you spoke out of turn. You covered your mouth, and I saw it all in your eyes
when you flinched. You can’t be afraid of me, or this will never work.”
“I’m not afraid of you ,” I hold my head up. “I’m afraid
to disappoint you.”
“Fear is fear.” He lifts a hand to the side of my face. “I’m
not a sadist, Bellamy. Fear and pain don’t mix with pleasure. Not for me. I’ll
never degrade you, humiliate you, punish you publicly or painfully, and I’ll
never abuse you.”
“I understand.”
“Why don’t we take a night to sleep on all this? I imagine
it’s been a pretty intense day for you.”
My heart drops with a quick thud, and I’m ninety-nine
percent sure he’s in the process of changing his mind about me.
“Why is your face falling like that?” The corner of his
mouth twists up, revealing a flash of a dimple I’d give anything to run my
fingertips against. “You think I’m
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