Free Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission by Tawny Taylor Page B

it open. Two bars. She hoped she had enough battery
power to talk her prying best friend into driving over here to pick her up.
Quickly, she scrolled down to Ashley’s phone number and hit send.
    But just as Ashley answered, there was a loud knock at the
door, and then it swung open and Kyler barged into the room, looking like a
bull seeing red.
    Shit. What now?
    She snapped her phone shut and dropped it into her purse.
    “Who’re you calling? Becker?” He snatched her purse out of
her hands, and she shrieked, caught completely off guard, petrified. He threw
it out into the hall and slammed the door, blocking the exit with his bulk. “We
need to talk.”
    She just glared at him. Thank God she hadn’t gone any
further with him last night. Or told him anything this morning. He was acting
like a total jerk all of a sudden.
    God, she was such a total idiot!
    He crossed his arms over his chest and stared right back at
her. “I just had an interesting conversation about you.”
    Shit, maybe someone besides Matt knew her secret. But how?
    “I was such an idiot. I didn’t want to believe it at first.
But then, all the evidence was pretty damning.” He paused for a moment then
started walking a wide circle around her. “You’re quite the package. Hot body.
Gorgeous face. It makes sense.” He stopped directly in front of her, pinched
her chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it until she made eye
contact with him. “Too bad every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie.
You almost had me.” He actually snarled that last sentence.
    “A lie? I—uh…” She had no idea what he was talking about.
But that didn’t stop her from feeling really crappy.
    He released her chin and took a single step back from her.
“Anyway, your little secret’s out.”
    It was? Oh God! Now what? “I tried to explain, earlier—”
    “Just don’t,” he interrupted. “I’ve heard all I can stomach
right now. It’s making me sick. I thought you were different, that you’d just
found yourself dragged into someone else’s shit…but I know better now.” His
eyes narrowed to cold, piercing slits. “I’ll have the situation wrapped up by
Monday afternoon…”
    Did that mean she could go home? Right now, that sounded
really, really good. She’d need to pull her brother out of the hospital if she
could. Pack some things.
    “But I’m holding you to your word. I know I can’t trust you
now. I let you loose, and you and Becker will have my career flushed down the
toilet by the end of the day, weekend or not. No, since you lost the bet,
you’re going to pay the price.” She could literally feel the heat of his
enraged glare on her skin. It burned like a branding iron. “You’re here with me.
My slave. For the next three days. You won’t speak until I tell you to. Eat.
Nothing. I. Own. You. If you try to leave, I’ll have you arrested.”
    Oh, this was just great. It was obvious Kyler was seriously
pissed. Whether he knew that secret, or something else—whatever that might
be—he had decided he was going to make her pay.
    Revenge was one dish she’d never enjoyed, not serving…and
especially not swallowing.

Chapter Three
     
    Kyler had never felt so out of control of his emotions
before. He was so enraged right now he wanted to pound something to dust.
    He needed to get out of there now, before he did something
he’d regret. Without speaking another word, he left the room, slamming the door
behind him. He went down to his gym, cranked on the heavy metal music, and
worked off his anger with a hard run on the treadmill and supersets for his
chest and shoulders. By the time he was done, he was sweaty, sore and a little
bit calmer.
    Maybe he should send the scheming bitch home and deal with
this situation a different way. For some reason, she pushed his buttons, made
him feel things he didn’t want to.
    Dammit, he’d actually thought he knew her. What a fucking
fool he’d been.
    The information had come from the one