Free Bowles, Jan - Tamed by the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page A

she’d been paying back large chunks, but the debt didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. Still, it was her cross to bear. She’d made a mistake, and she had to live with it.
    Colt wasn’t there when she scanned the bar area, so she entered Scandals nightclub. The place was certainly heating up. She found him in the seating area of the nightclub, talking to a couple. The woman wore a latex cat suit and the man just wore a leather thong. She guessed the woman was his Mistress. Kat was no shrinking violet, but it still took a bit of getting used to seeing grown men led around on chains by their Mistresses. Now that was why she was glad Colt was a Dom. He was a masculine male, through and through. He wanted to dominate her sexually and not the other way around. In her own mind, it was the natural order of things. Though, each to their own was her motto. It was just her sexual preference.
    As she approached, Colt excused himself from the couple. Dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, he strode over to her. “What is it?” he asked, clearly concerned by her sudden appearance.
    She breathed in his distinctive masculine scent. Just his close presence made her look forward to when they would fuck again. He made every night special. Holding on to his arm, Kat whispered close to his ear. “Sheriff Bunty’s in reception. He wanted to take a look around, but I told him he couldn’t do that without a search warrant. I hope I did the right thing.”
    Colt squeezed her shoulder. “You’re a star. What the fuck does that old asshole want this time? Tell him I’ll be there in two minutes.”

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    “Sheriff Bunty, nice of you to drop in,” Colt said as he came through to reception. His irritation with Bunty was mounting daily, but he wouldn’t show it. He held out his hand. “Come, through, to my office, it’s a little quieter than out here.” He glanced at Kat. “If anyone needs me, tell them I’m otherwise indisposed.”
    He guided the lawman into the room, and then closed the door. “So what can I do for you, Abe?” he asked as they both sat down.
    The Sheriff removed his hat and smoothed his fingers over what little hair he had left. “The townsfolk are getting mighty vocal on what you’re running here, Colt.”
    Colt relaxed in his chair. He hoped he gave the impression of not giving a fuck. “Just tell me what I have to do to get you off my back, Sheriff.”
    “Son, are you propositioning an officer of the law?” Bunty drawled.
    “Nothing of the kind.”
    “Good, because if you were, I’d bust your balls.”
    “I just want to know what it will take for you to leave me in peace.”
    “Son, I’m coming up for retirement soon. My copybook is unblemished, apart from this here establishment lowering the tone of the neighborhood.” The Sheriff’s mouth twisted with distaste. “I want to leave my job with the respect and good wishes of the people of Fairfax. I want them to know I’ve done everything I can where your sorry ass is concerned.”
    Colt breathed out. He figured the Sheriff wanted his head on a plate, just to appease the great and the good of Fairfax. “So, what do I have to do?”
    “Close down.”
    “That’s not gonna happen, Abe, and you know it. I’ve made sure I’ve done everything legal. There’s nothing you can do about Club Fusion. Just face facts, it’s here for good.”
    “Then I’m gonna keep coming until I find something. People always slip up. There’s always something they overlook.”
    “Abe, be careful what you say. You wouldn’t want me putting in a complaint for police harassment, would you?”
    Sheriff Bunty stood and walked over to the door. “They’ll throw it out. I’m just doing my job. It’s what’s expected of me. If I find anything untoward, I’ll be here with a search warrant, guests or no guests. No need to get up, I’ll see myself out, Colt.”
    Colt breathed out. Sheriff Bunty was not joking. He wanted to close his club down so he could retire with