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against having sex with a client.”
“That may be, but I’ve known a few attorneys censured by the Michigan Bar for sleeping with a client. At this point, it would ruin your career. Besides, you’re not a cop or a private investigator. It isn’t your job to play Nancy Drew.”
“You’re right. But an attorney acts as an advocate for his client and what better way to advocate for Jaxon than to find Alyssa’s real killer to prove his innocence?”
“That’s stretching the definition of advocate a bit, don’t you think?” He lowered his voice. “Do you realize what kinds of things go on at that club?”
She couldn’t hold back her smile. He was jealous. “Not exactly. But I can use my imagination.”
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “This isn’t funny. You’re too young, and it’s too dangerous.”
“She’s older than I was when Alyssa took me to my first play party,” Jaxon offered from his seat.
Nick dropped his hands to his side and stepped back from her, his gaze never leaving her face. He shook his head as if coming out of a trance and crossed to Jaxon. “I only know what you’ve told me about Benediction. Are you willing to take an innocent girl like Kate there? You can’t possibly prepare her for whom and what she’ll encounter.” He didn’t wait for Jaxon to answer before whipping his attention back to Kate. “And you. Are you ready to bow naked before your master where anyone and everyone can see you?”
“Nick is right, although not about the master part,” Jaxon said calmly, rising from his chair. “While your idea has merit, we can’t subject you to a lifestyle you know nothing about or even want.”
She stomped to stand between Nick and Jaxon. “I’m not innocent and I’m not naïve. I understand what I’ll have to do as Jaxon’s submissive, and I want to do it. I need to do it.”
Nick paused. “Give me a week to come up with another plan. Another way.”
“We don’t have a week,” she reminded him. “I’ve been through this before. The prosecution will twist every piece of evidence to make their case, and when they discover they’re wrong, they’ll cover their political asses rather than admit they made a mistake.”
Nick startled. “What do you mean you’ve been through this before?
“I . . . You know I’m right,” she said, ignoring the question. “I admit I haven’t been to a sex club. I may have read some romantic fiction about sexy billionaire men with emotional issues who call themselves Doms, but I’ve also done quite a bit of research online about BDSM.”
Nick folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t care if you’ve written an entire dissertation on BDSM. I’m not jeopardizing your safety.”
“Even for your best friend?” she asked, knowing it was a low blow.
Jaxon edged closer to her, boxing her in between the two men. “I’ll be with her the entire time, Nick. I won’t allow anyone to touch her, and I won’t push her to do anything she doesn’t want. You can trust me with her.”
“It’s not about trust,” Nick said softly.
“Then what is it about?” asked Jaxon.
Heady warmth unfurled in her chest and her pulse quickened as she fell to her knees and bowed her head. “Sir, may I please attend Benediction as Jaxon’s submissive?”
The men went completely silent. Not a breath could be heard. She almost felt their ravenous gazes on her. Would this prove to them she’d play a convincing submissive?
Nick tilted up her chin and looked at her with a mix of heat and sadness. “Yes.”
Chapter Nine
Twelve Days to Elections . . .
“I APPRECIATE YOU coming with me to the house,” Jaxon said as they stood on the porch of his substantial home. Heck, she could fit ten of her mama’s double-wides in this place.
The professional crime scene cleaning company had given the all clear for Jaxon to return home, and since time was of the essence, he’d agreed to begin her training this morning in his personal
“That may be, but I’ve known a few attorneys censured by the Michigan Bar for sleeping with a client. At this point, it would ruin your career. Besides, you’re not a cop or a private investigator. It isn’t your job to play Nancy Drew.”
“You’re right. But an attorney acts as an advocate for his client and what better way to advocate for Jaxon than to find Alyssa’s real killer to prove his innocence?”
“That’s stretching the definition of advocate a bit, don’t you think?” He lowered his voice. “Do you realize what kinds of things go on at that club?”
She couldn’t hold back her smile. He was jealous. “Not exactly. But I can use my imagination.”
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “This isn’t funny. You’re too young, and it’s too dangerous.”
“She’s older than I was when Alyssa took me to my first play party,” Jaxon offered from his seat.
Nick dropped his hands to his side and stepped back from her, his gaze never leaving her face. He shook his head as if coming out of a trance and crossed to Jaxon. “I only know what you’ve told me about Benediction. Are you willing to take an innocent girl like Kate there? You can’t possibly prepare her for whom and what she’ll encounter.” He didn’t wait for Jaxon to answer before whipping his attention back to Kate. “And you. Are you ready to bow naked before your master where anyone and everyone can see you?”
“Nick is right, although not about the master part,” Jaxon said calmly, rising from his chair. “While your idea has merit, we can’t subject you to a lifestyle you know nothing about or even want.”
She stomped to stand between Nick and Jaxon. “I’m not innocent and I’m not naïve. I understand what I’ll have to do as Jaxon’s submissive, and I want to do it. I need to do it.”
Nick paused. “Give me a week to come up with another plan. Another way.”
“We don’t have a week,” she reminded him. “I’ve been through this before. The prosecution will twist every piece of evidence to make their case, and when they discover they’re wrong, they’ll cover their political asses rather than admit they made a mistake.”
Nick startled. “What do you mean you’ve been through this before?
“I . . . You know I’m right,” she said, ignoring the question. “I admit I haven’t been to a sex club. I may have read some romantic fiction about sexy billionaire men with emotional issues who call themselves Doms, but I’ve also done quite a bit of research online about BDSM.”
Nick folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t care if you’ve written an entire dissertation on BDSM. I’m not jeopardizing your safety.”
“Even for your best friend?” she asked, knowing it was a low blow.
Jaxon edged closer to her, boxing her in between the two men. “I’ll be with her the entire time, Nick. I won’t allow anyone to touch her, and I won’t push her to do anything she doesn’t want. You can trust me with her.”
“It’s not about trust,” Nick said softly.
“Then what is it about?” asked Jaxon.
Heady warmth unfurled in her chest and her pulse quickened as she fell to her knees and bowed her head. “Sir, may I please attend Benediction as Jaxon’s submissive?”
The men went completely silent. Not a breath could be heard. She almost felt their ravenous gazes on her. Would this prove to them she’d play a convincing submissive?
Nick tilted up her chin and looked at her with a mix of heat and sadness. “Yes.”
Chapter Nine
Twelve Days to Elections . . .
“I APPRECIATE YOU coming with me to the house,” Jaxon said as they stood on the porch of his substantial home. Heck, she could fit ten of her mama’s double-wides in this place.
The professional crime scene cleaning company had given the all clear for Jaxon to return home, and since time was of the essence, he’d agreed to begin her training this morning in his personal
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