Free Piercing a Dom's Heart by Holly Roberts Page A

the reasons Bran hired Jenny Mack. He was determined to have brains and beauty working for him. He was not like his father.
    “The answer is no. I have a date for the benefit and would never consider escorting someone you suggested.”
    “I can only imagine what type of female you found to attend with you.”
    “You may leave now mother. Unlike you, I have work to do. Please see yourself out.”
    The door shut quietly, his mother would never be caught dead doing something as common as slamming a door.
    Jenny stepped in. “Do you really have a date for the event on Saturday?”
    “Do you enjoy listening to my private conversations through the intercom?”
    “How on earth would I complete writing my book of insults if I didn’t? Date, Saturday?”
    “No, I lied. I’m going alone unless I can talk you into attending with me.”
    “Sorry, my calendar is full on Saturday. I downloaded a good murder mystery to my Kindle and we’re sharing a bottle of wine.”
    “I’m wounded.”
    “Yes, I know. A woman the size of the Grand Canyon can do a lot with a man when he’s lost between her thighs.”
    “Stop or I’ll need to take advantage of my private shower here.”
    “Be my guest but I’m sure it won’t be my luscious thighs that get you off. It will be the picture of the sweet little sub you left behind in Houston.”
    “You know me too well.”
    “Have you at least contacted Damian and asked about her?”
    “My best friend is not speaking to me but his wife has been nice enough to give short clipped replies to the enquiries I make.”
    “And?”
    “She continues to work at the club and has a steady Dom. Lydia won’t tell me who but I don’t think that’s something I need to know anyway. Lydia doesn’t pass on any personal information just that Willow is content.”
    “That sucks.”
    “Yes it does.”

 
    Chapter Twelve
     
    He hated formal dinners but he was a major contributor to the hospital and had no choice but to attend. He stood next to his mother in the receiving line and shook hands hoping the boring evening would somehow end sooner than later.
    “Mr. and Mrs. Damian Collins and guest Miss Collins.”
    His eyes turned from the man he was greeting.
    The woman invading his nightly dreams was here and she was breathtaking. He smiled and then began laughing. Everyone around looked at him curiously and he noticed his mother’s grimace over the names announced. He wasn’t close enough to take in every detail but he would recognize her gown anywhere. It was the exact replica of the red evening gown worn by Julia Roberts in the movie Pretty Woman. The same movie they watched over a month ago in his hotel room on one of the best days of his life. She even wore the long white gloves with her hair styled in the same manner though it was brown and not red.
    He didn’t wait for her to make her way down the line. His long strides quickly carried him forward. She turned and they stared at each other. Most of her facial piercings were gone with two concessions. She wore the delicate gold wire through her eyebrow that he bought for her and a small diamond in her nose. Her blue eyes were huge and she all but gobbled him up while he stood watching her.
    Finally, he took the last few steps barely noticing Damian and Lydia. His eyes were for one woman. He lifted her gloved hand and very deliberately peeled the cloth from her fingers and brought them to his lips.
    Her voice was breathy but also held humor, “Do you know how difficult it was to put that glove on?”
    He pulled her close. “It doesn’t matter because the dress and other glove are coming off in less than five minutes.”
    “No, they are not.” It was Damian’s irritated Dom voice.
    Bran could match him Dom for Dom. “I owe you a bruised jaw. Don’t push your luck.”
    “Both of you behave.” Lydia’s voice was an irritated whisper. “We are going to enjoy our evening.” She looked directly at Bran, “And you will keep your cock in