touch you. And no one is giving you any pills.”
“Fair enough.” A grin breaks out on his face, and I shake my head, then throw the pillow at him. He catches it as I get to my feet. I find my phone and dial the number I never thought I’d use. Archer gave it to me when he found out I was looking for him... just in case, but I never actually called him. I don’t even know if he still uses the number. But as I press the phone to my ear, chewing on my lower lip, I realize it’s actually ringing. Before I can end the call and back down, I hear a soft click on the other end of the line.
“Kitten?” Archer says softly, and I stop breathing for a moment.
“Don’t call me that. My name’s Katherine,” I blurt out.
“Yes, I know,” he says, sounding slightly annoyed. “How can I help you?”
“About that party you mentioned...”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to accept your invitation,” I say, suddenly feeling brave. “Unless you changed your mind about that. I’m sure I could find someplace else.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line. “You’d like to come to the party?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Did you not hear me?” It’s so much easier to talk to Archer when I can’t see his piercing eyes.
“Oh, I heard you. Is Isaac coming with you?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay then. You know the rules. You both have to get tested if you want to participate...”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll send you the results when I have them.” At least Archer and the others care about protection and STDs, but it’s no surprise since acquiring slaves like Isaac is expensive as hell and the training takes so long, so getting a slave infected after spending so much on him would be a waste.
“If you need help with Isaac...”
“I can handle him.” I’m sure Archer would be pleased to hear if I said I needed help getting Isaac tested.
“Good. I’ll send my driver for you. Friday night.” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice, and I wonder if he thinks that I’m bluffing or that I’ll freak out and run away from the party. Whatever it is, I don’t like that Archer is amused. That’s never a good thing.
“I’ll be waiting.” I end the call and rub the screen of my phone against my shirt. Isaac jumps to his feet and looks at me expectantly.
“He agreed,” I say, and Isaac smiles.
“Don’t celebrate just yet.” I put my phone down on the cabinet. “Archer’s planning something. Maybe some kind of a test for me to make sure I embarrass myself or that I prove him right about not being capable of being a mistress.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’ll prove him wrong.”
“Whatever you say.” I scratch my chin. “But we need to agree on something.”
“Sure.”
“Come here.” I go back to the couch and we sit down. “We need rules. First one is that I won’t participate in anything that requires me being naked in front of the others. I just won’t do it. I don’t want those people to see me like that, okay?”
He nods.
“Second, I really don’t want to let anyone touch you or have sex with you or just... do anything with you, but... if you want it, I guess I can’t really stop you. All I’m saying is that I want a sign from you. If you signal to me, I’ll find whatever excuse and stop whatever you’re involved in.”
“Yeah. I can put my middle finger over my index finger. But you don’t intervene until I give you that sign.”
“Only if you promise that you won’t hold back on giving the sign just because you think we’re upsetting Archer or achieving something.”
“Fine.” He presses his lips into a tight line. “Anything else?”
“I don’t know. Do we need to worry about anything else? Is there something people could ask of me?”
“I don’t think so, but if they do, we’ll figure out.” He winks at me.
I just hope he’s right.
“He sent a limo for us?” Isaac gapes at the huge car with tinted windows that stops in front of
“Fair enough.” A grin breaks out on his face, and I shake my head, then throw the pillow at him. He catches it as I get to my feet. I find my phone and dial the number I never thought I’d use. Archer gave it to me when he found out I was looking for him... just in case, but I never actually called him. I don’t even know if he still uses the number. But as I press the phone to my ear, chewing on my lower lip, I realize it’s actually ringing. Before I can end the call and back down, I hear a soft click on the other end of the line.
“Kitten?” Archer says softly, and I stop breathing for a moment.
“Don’t call me that. My name’s Katherine,” I blurt out.
“Yes, I know,” he says, sounding slightly annoyed. “How can I help you?”
“About that party you mentioned...”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to accept your invitation,” I say, suddenly feeling brave. “Unless you changed your mind about that. I’m sure I could find someplace else.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line. “You’d like to come to the party?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Did you not hear me?” It’s so much easier to talk to Archer when I can’t see his piercing eyes.
“Oh, I heard you. Is Isaac coming with you?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay then. You know the rules. You both have to get tested if you want to participate...”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll send you the results when I have them.” At least Archer and the others care about protection and STDs, but it’s no surprise since acquiring slaves like Isaac is expensive as hell and the training takes so long, so getting a slave infected after spending so much on him would be a waste.
“If you need help with Isaac...”
“I can handle him.” I’m sure Archer would be pleased to hear if I said I needed help getting Isaac tested.
“Good. I’ll send my driver for you. Friday night.” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice, and I wonder if he thinks that I’m bluffing or that I’ll freak out and run away from the party. Whatever it is, I don’t like that Archer is amused. That’s never a good thing.
“I’ll be waiting.” I end the call and rub the screen of my phone against my shirt. Isaac jumps to his feet and looks at me expectantly.
“He agreed,” I say, and Isaac smiles.
“Don’t celebrate just yet.” I put my phone down on the cabinet. “Archer’s planning something. Maybe some kind of a test for me to make sure I embarrass myself or that I prove him right about not being capable of being a mistress.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’ll prove him wrong.”
“Whatever you say.” I scratch my chin. “But we need to agree on something.”
“Sure.”
“Come here.” I go back to the couch and we sit down. “We need rules. First one is that I won’t participate in anything that requires me being naked in front of the others. I just won’t do it. I don’t want those people to see me like that, okay?”
He nods.
“Second, I really don’t want to let anyone touch you or have sex with you or just... do anything with you, but... if you want it, I guess I can’t really stop you. All I’m saying is that I want a sign from you. If you signal to me, I’ll find whatever excuse and stop whatever you’re involved in.”
“Yeah. I can put my middle finger over my index finger. But you don’t intervene until I give you that sign.”
“Only if you promise that you won’t hold back on giving the sign just because you think we’re upsetting Archer or achieving something.”
“Fine.” He presses his lips into a tight line. “Anything else?”
“I don’t know. Do we need to worry about anything else? Is there something people could ask of me?”
“I don’t think so, but if they do, we’ll figure out.” He winks at me.
I just hope he’s right.
“He sent a limo for us?” Isaac gapes at the huge car with tinted windows that stops in front of
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