Free Master No by Lexi Blake Page B

inevitable. “We broke up. I won’t be seeing him anymore.”
    There was a pause on the line. “Well, that’s for the best. He was kind of skeevy. I mean I liked the fact that he was a doctor but god, you can do much better than a general surgeon. Hello, general is for people who can’t hack a specialty, if you know what I mean.”
    Yeah. She was considered a general surgeon. Now she remembered why she avoided her sister. “Look, I have to run, sis. I actually have a date tonight.”
    “Really? Well, it’s good. Get right back on the horse, so to speak. What’s his specialty? Tell me he’s an orthopedist. My current research is heavily invested in ortho. I could use someone to talk to at your party.”
    “He’s a bodyguard.”
    “I’m sorry. You’re breaking up. What did you say?”
    God, her sister was such a snob. If a man didn’t have a doctorate, he wasn’t dating material. For Hope it wasn’t about money or society. It was all about skins on the wall. “He’s not a doctor. He works security and he’s very good at his job.”
    She thought he was probably good at his job. He sounded like he was good. They’d talked to each other over the Internet, and she’d realized the man didn’t need to be good at anything. All he really needed to do was smile and women would fall all over him. Master T was a complete hottie.
    Hence her need for properly glossed lips.
    “A man working a fast food counter can be good at his job. That’s not a reason to date him. God, please tell me he isn’t into that stuff. The one good thing about you breaking it off with Roger is you can get away from all the nasty stuff.”
    Her sister wasn’t with the sexually liberated age. And Faith kind of liked the nasty stuff. She’d spent weeks now thinking about doing nasty stuff with Master T. He’d agreed to her one real demand. He’d seemed perfectly happy to agree to monogamy while their contract lasted. He hadn’t even hesitated. “I’m going to be late. I’ll call you soon.”
    Hope tried to say something else, but Faith cut her off. She didn’t need to explain this again. Hope didn’t take anything but her work and their father’s career seriously. She was never going to understand, but Faith couldn’t help but remember it had been Hope who had taken over after their mother had been killed. Hope had to grow up quickly and she’d taken good care of Faith. It bought her some patience.
    She took a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad. Not perfect but not atrocious. She had big green eyes and her hair was curling nicely. Now her lips didn’t look so thin. She was…presentable.
    Master T was a sun-kissed Greek god of a man. What was she doing? Was he going to take one look at her and run? Sure he’d seen her over the camera attached to her laptop, but he was probably thinking she would look better in person. She glanced down at her watch. He was going to see that she was late and start their relationship with a not erotic spanking if she didn’t hurry up.
    She gave herself one more look and saw a man in the mirror behind her. Close behind her. She gasped as he pressed her against the counter, and she could feel something hard against her spine.
    “Hey.” She tried to push back, but she was terrified of what that hard item was at the back of her spine.
    His breath was hot against the shell of her ear. “Hello, sweetheart. I would suggest you don’t move or yell out. Do you feel that?”
    She thought about calling out, calculated the odds. Adrenaline started to pump through her body, heightening her senses and making her hyperaware. If that was really a gun, the movement required to force the man away could cause the trigger to move enough to fire. It would hit her at L2 and more than likely sever her spinal column, leaving her without the ability to walk. She decided to nod.
    She could see him in the mirror. He was dark haired, with a close-cropped beard, his eyes clear and focused. He wasn’t panicked and