“Really, Rissa, what is the big deal? We need another submissive, and you’re the only unattached member of staff not already in the auction. We’ve talked about this. Why are you getting cold feet now?”
Rissa slumped further, and Peyton risked a peek up at Scarlett. Some of her anger seemed to have evaporated and she could only read puzzled concern on Scarlett’s face. She smiled at Peyton.
“We’re one sub short for the auction. Her kid has come down with the measles or something, and Rissa here is on standby. Only now she point-blank refuses to get up on stage, even though I reassured her that we’re well aware of her needs. Worked out all right for you, did it not?” Scarlett winked at her and Peyton laughed.
“Well, yes, but you set me up, and…oh.”
Rissa’s head shot up, and her eyes narrowed.
“But I thought…”Her voice faltered and she hastily dropped her gaze again.
“Look, Rissa,” Scarlett said. “I can’t force you to do this, but the numbers won’t work otherwise, and the members expect the correct number of subs. I know Jonas is looking to bid tonight.”
Rissa’s blush deepened, and Scarlett winked at Peyton over the bent head of the girl.
Yep, Scarlett was up to something. Peyton had noticed Jonas’s interest in the barmaid, but no matter how hard he tried to involve Rissa in conversation, let alone play, she always shied away.
Clearly Scarlett had decided that enough was enough and the two of them needed a nudge in the right direction.
“It might be fun, Rissa,” Peyton said. “You can always safe word out, if you don’t like the look of whoever wins you.”
Peyton ignored Scarlett’s grumble of disgust, and Rissa looked up to meet Peyton’s gaze. Her stomach constricted at the raw need she glimpsed in the other woman’s eyes, before she masked it.
“Give it a go, Rissa,” Peyton said and gave her a hug.
“Okay…”
Peyton winked at Scarlett and made her way back to the stage and their assigned table. As always, the sight of Pedro dressed entirely in black made her heart skip a beat, and she sank to her knees next to him and rested her head on his leather-clad thigh. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and held her there with just enough pressure to sting, and she smiled to herself.
Opposite her, Laura sat on a small stool between Slade’s legs, her hand entwined with his and resting over her extended belly. Mike shot to his feet when Scarlett appeared in view and pulled out a chair for his lady.
“Everything sorted?” Slade asked.
“Oh, yes. I have found another sub to fill in. Here comes Lindsey with the details of the new addition now.”
Sure enough, the busty blonde weaved through the tables with the new sheet holding all the required details. Pedro picked one up and whistled through his teeth, and Jonas swore under his breath.
“Problem there, Jonas?” Pedro asked and Peyton looked up at the other Dom.
“None at all. I just found who I’m bidding on, that’s all. No other fucker is going to get his hands on what’s mine.”
Pedro, Slade, and Scarlett all laughed, and Jonas coughed to hide his embarrassment.
“I mean—”
“Si, amigo, we all know what you mean,” Pedro said, and pulled Peyton up by her hair so that he could kiss her.
“It happens to the best of us.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris…at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler, and lives happily in a far-too-small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do, after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet, and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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