Free Make Me by Suzanne Steele Page B

means me kissing some ass to get it, then so be it. It’s only a matter of kissing the right ass…

    Linda
    I make my way into work the next day with a new vigor. I am never of the temperament to let a man get in the way of my business. I have been making my own way from the time I was sixteen and if I know how to do anything, it’s survive.
    “Okay ladies, we are down to the wire on this show. This weekend at ‘The Dungeon’ we will experience the big reveal. You ladies have done quite well, granted, I have had to nip at your heels some.” I chuckle, as I continue speaking. “I am only doing it to produce excellence. Regardless of what people’s opinions are about reality TV, it’s hot in pop culture right now and I want all of us to put out the quality I know we are all capable of.”
    There is a commotion in the room and I look up from my tablet to view a mass of flowers with a voice coming from behind them. “Linda Jenkins?”
    I nod at my assistant to go and take care of it, as I chuckle at the—“ Oh, who sent her flowers,” and the other various responses the florist evoked from the ladies. I want these girls to keep their minds on business. Many times accomplishing that means me doing a certain amount of ‘herding’ to keep them going in the right direction.
    “Okay ladies, back to work and have a great day.”
    I have phone calls to make so I head back to my office. The huge vase of flowers on my desk is beautiful, but the smell is what catches my attention. Two dozen roses have made their presence known to more than just one of my senses. I don’t take the time to read the card because I have already guessed who they were probably from.
    I sit down and begin the task of making phone calls and answering e-mails. I’m so engulfed in the phone call I am presently on and the task of having five or six windows on my computer open that I didn’t notice David entering my office.
    I continue my phone call and eye him just to let him know that I am aware of his presence. I watch as he loosens his tie and moves his neck back and forth as if he is irritated.
    The straight line of his thin lips clearly lets me know he isn’t pleased about the flowers, not that I could care any less than I already do.
    He pops the card out of the holder and flicks his thumb over it, making a popping sound as he reads it aloud.
    Beautiful Lady,
    Here’s to keeping it real…
    Yours, Greg…
    The disgust on his face is evident, as evident as my attitude of being composed and unperturbed. I watch as he turns sharply on the toe of his designer shoe and makes his way out the door.
    Works for me, David. Works for me…
    It also works for me that Greg calls and invites me to lunch. I find myself saying yes to his invitation in part due to being pissed at David, and in part due to the fact that I really enjoyed his company last night.
    He tells me where to meet him and I’m glad he didn’t offer to pick me up because of the tension between David and me right now. I don’t want to do anything to take his mind off of getting through this TV show. Whether I like it or not, I still need him to finish out this week and then we can both go our separate ways.



Chapter Twenty
    Linda
    I sit to have lunch with Greg in a posh dining club. Though part of me had accepted the invitation to prove a point, another part of me had done it because I truly do enjoy his company.
    “It wasn’t necessary to bring me here, Greg. I could have just as easily eaten take-out in the park.”
    “That is one of the reasons that I like you Linda—you keep it real.”
    I set my fork down and look at Greg with sincerity before I speak. I don’t want to offend him with the question that I am getting ready to ask. “Greg, what got you into the BDSM lifestyle?”
    He chuckles, “I like to watch pretty girls squirm.”
    I roll my eyes and threaten him with: “Well, I can always find another Dom to ask…”
    I watch as his expression gets serious. “It