Free Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) by Lyla Sinclair

out. I never told anyone about my mother unless I had to.
    “What’s wrong with her?” He seemed genuinely interested.
    “Well, you know psychology isn’t an exact science. We’ve had a number of diagnoses over the years, but the bottom line is, she lives in her own world much of the time.”
    “Does she recognize you?”
    I was surprised at the astute question. “Sometimes she does. Sometimes she thinks I’m Princess Margaret. I never know when I go in.”
    Dix’s eyes wandered away from mine. “It’s really hard when they’re there, but they’re not.”
    I put my hand on his arm and drew his gaze back to mine. I was struck by the sincerity I saw in him.
    “My mom had Alzheimer’s,” he said.
    I opened my mouth to ask something more, but he put a finger to my lips. “I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he said.
    “Can I ask you about this, um, situation?”
    “Shoot.”
    I didn’t want to give him the third degree and make him angry, but, for my heart’s sake, I felt like I had to know what I was dealing with. “How many receptionists have you played these games with?”
    “It started with our last receptionist. She begged to be disciplined for her mistakes. I’d never even thought of such a thing before…at least not in the office.”
    “But you and your brother were into it.”
    “Obviously.”
    “Why do you think you liked it so much you chose to do it again?”
    “Mason’s shrink thinks he does it for control. Daddy drank too much and whored around. Made Mom miserable. The kids were the only things within her control. Their relationship felt chaotic, but Mason and I had to seem perfect in every way she could manage. Now Mason needs control.” He traced figure eights on my shoulder as he spoke. “Just a theory.”
    “He told you all that?”
    Dix laughed. “No, I heard him on speaker phone when he thought I was gone. He only does phone sessions with a shrink right now. He’s not comfortable enough to do face to face.”
    “You listened in? You’re a terrible little brother!” I thumped him on the arm, which I knew didn’t hurt him at all. “So, do you have a shrink?”
    “Why pay double? We grew up in the same house.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that logic.
    “Are we done with that discussion because I have a beautiful woman on my rug.” He caressed the curve of my breast.
    “We’re done.”
    “Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked suddenly.
    The question took me by surprise. “Um…” I didn’t want to tell him I’d be cruising parking lots for a place to sleep.
    “Wait, aren’t you moving into a new apartment? You were supposed to be out this week, right?”
    Wow, I was surprised he knew that. I’d mentioned these things in passing office small talk. I didn’t even think he was listening.
    “Yeah, I’m already out. My stuff is in my car.”
    “All of it?”
    “What I have here in town.”
    “Well, do you want some help unloading at your new place?”
    He was actually offering to help me move. I was touched. And embarrassed. I had no place to move to.
    “My apartment isn’t ready until Monday.”
    “Are you staying at a hotel?”
    I almost lied and said “yes,” but looking into Dix’s eyes was like taking a truth serum for me.
    “Can’t afford one. The payment is due at my mom’s hospital. I need to transfer the money to my sister so she can pay them.”
    “So, where are you staying?”
    “I thought I’d park my car in a 24-hour Wal-Mart parking lot and—”
    “No.”
    “What?”
    “No ma’am. You are not sleeping in your car.”
    He reached into his back pocket. I got the feeling he was going to give me money.
    Should I take money from my boss right after having sex with him? Weird that I drew the line there when I’d been playing kinky sex games with my bosses for two weeks.
    But whatever this was between Dix and me seemed special somehow and I didn’t want to take money from him I hadn’t earned in my