Free Brie Learns Restraint (After Graduation, #5) by Red Phoenix Page A

toriko.”
    She felt self-conscious as she filled his cup, blushing when a drop fell from the spout onto the table. She poured hers next, with no better results.
    He said kindly, “I will teach you later.”
    Brie was grateful, wanting to please Tono as well as learn the proper tea etiquette.
    “Today you interview with Marquis. Is that correct?”
    “Yes, Tono. I’m nervous about it.”
    “Have confidence in your purpose and you can overcome any uncertainties.”
    She reached over and touched his arm. “You are a very wise man.”
    “Wise, toriko?” He shook his head. “That is reserved for men like my father. I prefer sage-like.”
    She giggled, his response reminding her of Sir. Brie said in an overly dramatic voice, “Yes, oh sage-like Tono.”
    He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap, then pulled up her kimono to smack her naked ass. She squealed when he delivered a firm, stinging slap. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so he could look her in the eye. His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Say it with respect, toriko.”
    She hadn’t expected such treatment from the gentle Dom. Brie responded solemnly, “Yes, my sage-like Tono.”
    “Better,” he replied. He pulled the kimono down and helped her off his lap.
    She picked up her bowl of rice and began to eat, attempting to hide the smile on her lips. He certainly was not what she’d expected.

    Brie arrived at the Training Center early to make sure she was ready for Marquis’ interview. It would not do to keep the trainer waiting, especially when he’d already done so much to help her with this documentary.
    She went to the receptionist at the front desk. “Hi. Can you tell me if Marquis Gray has arrived?”
    The young woman smiled. “Actually, he has not, Miss Bennett.”
    “Would it be all right if I—”
    “Fancy meeting you here.”
    Brie’s heart nearly stopped at the sound of Faelan’s voice. She whispered to the receptionist, “Call Headmaster Coen up immediately.”
    Faelan sounded genuinely hurt. “Why, Brie? Are you really so cold to me now?”
    She turned around slowly, but did not speak.
    His blue eyes locked onto hers, so she instantly looked to the floor.
    “You have haunted me, blossom. Every waking moment since that damn collaring ceremony.”
    Brie edged towards the elevator. Unfortunately, Faelan did not take the hint and followed her.
    “You haunt my dreams as well.”
    She gasped, made a beeline for the elevator and mashed the down button several times. The mention of dreams had Brie envisioning the lustful dream encounters she’d had with the Dom.
    “I know you still think about me, Brie. I can feel it…especially at night.”
    She shook her head violently, staring at the elevator doors, willing Master Coen to show.
    “What are you doing, Mr. Wallace?”
    Brie breathed a sigh of relief at the welcomed sound of Marquis Gray’s voice.
    “I came to reschedule our next session and came across Miss Bennett at the front desk.”
    “Why would you attempt to engage her?”
    “I needed to speak with Brie.”
    “You have been instructed not to, and everything about her posture shouts her discomfort. Take heed.”
    At that moment, the elevator doors opened to Master Coen’s impressive presence. Marquis guided Brie inside. “Take her down, Headmaster. I will join Miss Bennett in a few minutes.”
    Brie glanced up as the doors closed. Faelan was staring her down, his eyes dark with lust.
    “Unfortunate timing,” Headmaster Coen stated.
    Brie nodded and the two stood in silence until the doors opened to the lower floor.
    “I was in a meeting. Go ahead and set up your camera in the room I designated for this interview while you wait for Marquis Gray.”
    “Thank you, Headmaster,” Brie said as she bowed respectfully.
    He huffed and headed back down the hallway, mumbling to himself, “This is getting absolutely preposterous.”
    Brie went directly to the small classroom she’d been given to