Free Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) by Cynthia Dane

evening, even though Ian and I will be staying a few extra hours to completely overhaul our outlines – together. We will get them done. He’s ordering us take-out to beat the sting of the week.
    Over Styrofoam boxes of Italian food, Ian reveals that he’s also ordered us a small bottle of wine because he needs alcohol, or so he says. Something about Ken and Lana continuing to flirt with him. Well, they don’t flirt with me….
    “I’m not saying threesomes are a bad thing,” he says, pouring me some wine in a plastic cup, because we are such classy rich people. “Just, you know, not with them.”
    I briefly wonder if he’s like Ken Andrews and pansexual. Or even bisexual. I highly doubt it. Most Doms I know aren’t. They are 100% into women… or men. Rarely both. And never equally.
    The wine isn’t the best I’ve ever had, but it works in taking off that pesky edge. A few more sips later, I’ve already forgotten what I was so frazzled about. Something about speeches. Pfft. Whatever. I can kick a speech’s ass. Let me at ‘em. Some sort of council? I ain’t afraid of them. I’ll charm their pants off.
    The food is gone, the trash taken away, but the wine is still there as I go over my outline and Ian diligently makes notes on his. One week from today we will be in front of the council talking about our beautiful plans for The Grand. Assuming they like them enough, the Andrews will throw a number our way. Then the negotiations begin. Then we get to work.
    See? It’ll be fine.
    It’s ten. The building is completely dark and empty. I sent Anita home. Security occasionally moves up and down the halls, but they know we’re here and don’t disturb us. Ian makes sure of that.
    I’m on my third tiny plastic cup of wine. The bitterness burns, but I’m relaxed enough to get through my work and start thinking about going home. I usually take a cab, but since Ian’s here, maybe I can convince him to drive me home.
    “I like your blouse.”
    My eyes tear off my tablet and look at Ian across from me. His jacket’s off again. Sleeves rolled up. Face is relaxed from the wine, but I can see the dark circles under his eyes. Why is he looking at my blouse?
    “Thanks. I’d say I like your tie, but you’re not wearing one.”
    “I avoid those things.”
    “Funny. I’d think a guy like you revels in having an available restraint.”
    “Is that why you wear so many scarves?”
    I happen to have one draped over the back of my chair. Only a Dom would think of that. And only I would think of tying Ian’s hands behind his back with my scarf. I’d tie those wrists together so he couldn’t do a damn thing as I tease his cock with my…
    No. Stop it. Girl, you’re drinking wine. Last thing you need to think about is how hot this guy is, and how much hotter he would be with his hands tied and his cock sticking out of his chair. Fuck it. I’m going to be drilling myself with the vibrator again tonight, aren’t I?
    Ian waves his hand in front of my face. “I see I’ve sent you to fantasy land. That’s nice, but I need you here, working.”
    “I am working!”
    “Uh huh. I can only imagine how great that outline is after three cups of wine.”
    “You wanna see?” I turn my laptop around. “It’s perfect.”
    He gives it a cursory glance, but I can tell he doesn’t give a fuck. “It’ll be as good as it gets by next Friday, I’m sure.”
    “Aren’t you worried about it?”
    Ian shrugs. So lackadaisical. Devil may care. It shouldn’t be so attractive. I don’t like those types of guys… “The Andrews want to sell. If the council isn’t happy, we make changes. The worst that happens is that this gets dragged out until we’ve bent over backward so many times our spines permanently curl. I’ve got a good chiropractor, though.” He drinks some wine and dumps the last of the bottle into his cup.
    “Seems like we should be able to do whatever we want to the property we own.”
    He snorts. “ We?