of non-emotional sexual encounters where I was simply his sub and nothing more?
Blinking several times Nathan seemed to wake from whatever trance he was in, cocked his head, and studied me intently before shocking me completely by breaking out into a wide smile that complete lit up his lovely face. ‘What? No, of course not.’ His smile turned into a full, mega-watt Nathan grin, one that not many people beyond me ever got to see, ‘It would just make dealing you and your stubborn, difficult ways easier sometimes, that’s all.’ He smirked as he took another sip of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table.
He was kidding with me – or at least I thought he was – but the sudden change in his demeanour was still concerning me. ‘Wanting to go to my friend’s hen do makes me difficult and stubborn?’ I asked with a disbelieving laugh, hoping that my earlier concerns had just been misplaced.
Raising his eyebrows he shook his head, but I could tell from the twinkle in his eye that Nathan was definitely teasing me, which made my shoulders relax. ‘No, but wanting to go to your friend’s hen do in a club full of randy arseholes and no doubt dance and shake your body in front of them? That makes you difficult and stubborn to deal with,’ he concluded with a firm nod.
Rolling my eyes at him I shook my head and couldn’t help but giggle. As I sipped on my cocktail I watched as Nathan chewed on the inside of his lower lip and even though he was playing around with me I suspected that my night out with the girls really was causing him concern, which on the one hand was rather sweet, but on the other side was also way too possessive and probably needed to be addressed.
On the table Nathan’s phone chimed with an incoming message which broke me from my pondering and halted any thoughts I’d been having about continuing the conversation. Glancing at his phone he pocketed it and then spoke, ‘Drink up, our car has arrived.’ My forehead creased at his words. Car? We’d come by train, so I looked up at him in confusion hoping for an explanation.
Shrugging, he gazed at me intently, his big blues immediately sucking me into his spell. ‘You said you were tired, so I sent a quick text and requested a company car pick us up,’ Nathan explained, lifting his chin in the direction of the curb outside the bar where a very long, sleek black Mercedes was idling on some double yellow lines. After my initial shock died away I grinned at Nathan and once he had dumped some cash on the table I allowed him to help me to my feet.
Perhaps I’m a touch cynical, but part of me suspected that this incredibly sweet gesture by Nathan was actually his cunning way of avoiding public transport, but for once I decided not to question his actions – after all, I was feeling tired and this certainly beat the walk back to the crowded station. Not to mention the masses of steps back down to the platform …
With his hand possessively on the base of my spine Nathan led me from the bar and across the pavement to the waiting car. As soon as we approached it an impeccably dressed driver, complete with peaked cap, got out and nodded his greeting to Nathan. ‘Good afternoon, Mr Jackson.’
Replying with a swift, ‘Hello, Ryan,’ and a handshake, Nathan allowed him to open the back door for me with a polite smile and a dip of his head. Sliding into the cool interior of the car I looked around in appreciation. This had to be the fanciest car I’d ever been in. It was complete with two sets of seats facing each other and a small side table that surely must have contained a mini bar. Wow. Breathing in I got a nose full of the luxurious smell of leather from the seats mixed with a faint hint of Nathan’s lovely aftershave and quickly decided that as a treat I rather liked this car.
‘How come I’ve never been in one of your company cars before?’ I murmured, turning to Nathan as he slid in beside me, somehow appearing graceful in even
Blinking several times Nathan seemed to wake from whatever trance he was in, cocked his head, and studied me intently before shocking me completely by breaking out into a wide smile that complete lit up his lovely face. ‘What? No, of course not.’ His smile turned into a full, mega-watt Nathan grin, one that not many people beyond me ever got to see, ‘It would just make dealing you and your stubborn, difficult ways easier sometimes, that’s all.’ He smirked as he took another sip of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table.
He was kidding with me – or at least I thought he was – but the sudden change in his demeanour was still concerning me. ‘Wanting to go to my friend’s hen do makes me difficult and stubborn?’ I asked with a disbelieving laugh, hoping that my earlier concerns had just been misplaced.
Raising his eyebrows he shook his head, but I could tell from the twinkle in his eye that Nathan was definitely teasing me, which made my shoulders relax. ‘No, but wanting to go to your friend’s hen do in a club full of randy arseholes and no doubt dance and shake your body in front of them? That makes you difficult and stubborn to deal with,’ he concluded with a firm nod.
Rolling my eyes at him I shook my head and couldn’t help but giggle. As I sipped on my cocktail I watched as Nathan chewed on the inside of his lower lip and even though he was playing around with me I suspected that my night out with the girls really was causing him concern, which on the one hand was rather sweet, but on the other side was also way too possessive and probably needed to be addressed.
On the table Nathan’s phone chimed with an incoming message which broke me from my pondering and halted any thoughts I’d been having about continuing the conversation. Glancing at his phone he pocketed it and then spoke, ‘Drink up, our car has arrived.’ My forehead creased at his words. Car? We’d come by train, so I looked up at him in confusion hoping for an explanation.
Shrugging, he gazed at me intently, his big blues immediately sucking me into his spell. ‘You said you were tired, so I sent a quick text and requested a company car pick us up,’ Nathan explained, lifting his chin in the direction of the curb outside the bar where a very long, sleek black Mercedes was idling on some double yellow lines. After my initial shock died away I grinned at Nathan and once he had dumped some cash on the table I allowed him to help me to my feet.
Perhaps I’m a touch cynical, but part of me suspected that this incredibly sweet gesture by Nathan was actually his cunning way of avoiding public transport, but for once I decided not to question his actions – after all, I was feeling tired and this certainly beat the walk back to the crowded station. Not to mention the masses of steps back down to the platform …
With his hand possessively on the base of my spine Nathan led me from the bar and across the pavement to the waiting car. As soon as we approached it an impeccably dressed driver, complete with peaked cap, got out and nodded his greeting to Nathan. ‘Good afternoon, Mr Jackson.’
Replying with a swift, ‘Hello, Ryan,’ and a handshake, Nathan allowed him to open the back door for me with a polite smile and a dip of his head. Sliding into the cool interior of the car I looked around in appreciation. This had to be the fanciest car I’d ever been in. It was complete with two sets of seats facing each other and a small side table that surely must have contained a mini bar. Wow. Breathing in I got a nose full of the luxurious smell of leather from the seats mixed with a faint hint of Nathan’s lovely aftershave and quickly decided that as a treat I rather liked this car.
‘How come I’ve never been in one of your company cars before?’ I murmured, turning to Nathan as he slid in beside me, somehow appearing graceful in even
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