Free Enraptured by Shoshanna Evers

other Doms, though.
    Why? How could anyone train with Roman and not want to stay? If she’d been as lucky as Elisabeth, and had both Trevor Brooks and Roman Chase wanting to be her Dom, she’d have gone with Roman in a second.
    God, that hair of his! She loved how the long brown locks got into his face. It made him look like a rock star. He was way better than a rock star, though. But probably just as unattainable.
    Except . . . she was going to be at his house a lot for the next few months, it seemed. She’d have a chance to get to know him on another level, one that she’d never be able to reach by just drinking lemonade and eating cookies with him over the bar at WhipperSnapper.
    Jessica put her futon back down, since she was tired after all. And tomorrow would be a long, intense day if it was anything like she imagined.
    But when she imagined being in Roman’s dungeon with Mistress Lauren, she didn’t picture Lauren. No . . . she wanted Roman to train her. To watch her.
    That was the goal, then. To get Roman to want to train her. How could she pull that off, though, if she was supposed to be Lauren’s sub to Domme?
    I’ll just have to be the best sub I can be, and let Roman see for himself that he wants me. Unless . . . well, Roman liked to fix things, right? To help train untrainable subs?
    Maybe what Jessica should really do was come up with an issue that needed superior training, training that only Master Roman could provide.
    She giggled. No need to play games. She was new enough to the whole thing that she’d probably manage to screw it up all on her own, without having to try. It still didn’t make sense. Why her? Why would anyone, much less a man like Roman, want a college-dropout who not only knew next-to-nothing about BDSM, but was also a liar? Yeah. He was right when he’d said she needed to tell her parents she’d left NYU. But her job barely paid her rent—her parents were highly subsidizing her meager lifestyle with checks every month. If they found out she’d left school, she’d be cut off. Have to go home to Denver.
    And she really didn’t want to go home, as much as she loved her family. This was the first time in her life that she was on her own, and she wanted to prove to everyone, including herself, that she could do it. Not that she was really making it on her own if she relied on the Bank of Mom and Dad.
    This money that Roman had offered her was the way. She looked over at the check sitting on her bookshelf. Waiting to be deposited in her account. Forty grand, holy moly.
    She wouldn’t cash it just yet. Not until she wrapped her head around it. But as far as the BAD Boys were concerned, she’d accepted the money already, in return for spending time with them.
    It seemed like a strange dream, to be granted access to their glamorous playground. Jessica didn’t belong with them. How long until they figured that out?
    How long until Roman figured it out—until he realized that she wasn’t worthy of his time, much less his money?
    Her phone rang, the caller ID lighting up.
    “Hi Mistress Lauren,” she answered.
    “Were you sleeping, hon?” Lauren asked.
    “Not yet.”
    “I wanted to make sure you’re okay with going over to Roman’s tomorrow. Elisabeth called me and said you might have some concerns.”
    Jessica’s pulse quickened, and she took a breath to keep her voice steady. “No concerns. I promise.”

    T he next day, Jessica and Lauren went by themselves to Roman’s house. Marc had to work, so it was just the two of them.
    And Roman.
    Jessica smiled when Roman answered the door. “Good morning, sir.”
    “Good morning, Jessica,” Roman said. “Good morning, Mistress Lauren. Please, make yourself at home.”
    Dark shadows lingered in every corner of the large foyer, and after the bright sun outside she could barely see inside the house. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the gloom. Why did Roman keep all of his curtains closed on such a beautiful