Free TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy by Rebekah Weatherspoon Page A

thought about him all the time. She liked being around him, even when he pissed her off.
    “A bunch of us are going to Vegas next weekend,” Nailah said before she could stop herself.   “You can be my plus one.”
    “Driving or flying?”
    “Psssht, flying. What kind of peasant do you take me for?” It wasn’t a bad drive, but why waste the hours in the car when you could spend them partying poolside?
    “I have a few clients on Saturday, but I could meet you up there.”
    “That works. I’ll call you when I know the rest of the details.”
    “Great.” Armando hopped out of bed, still naked as the night before. Nailah turned away to keep from staring at his ass or his semi-erect cock. He dressed in a fraction of the time it took her to get ready then walked her out to the car. He kissed her goodbye again and told her to call him if the soreness turned into anything else. She promised she would.
    She got home right as her parents arrived from church. Just a quick shower, she told her mom, and then she’d join them for some lunch. Her mother only had a few questions about her night. Nailah passed the quiz with flying colors, but when her mom told her to hurry and gave her an affectionate pat on the butt, Nailah fucked up and flinched.  
    Her mother noticed.

    ✶

    Armando was wasting time between sessions, staring at his computer screen. He’d finally uploaded the pictures he took of Nailah two weeks before. She’d decided to stick withkinklife.com, with her fake profile. Their friendship had been confirmed, but so far no relationship statuses added. He was trying to decide whether or not to tag her in the picture, or add a caption. What could he say about her?
    Grant came into their cramped office, singing to himself. Armando wished he could be that carefree with his lovesickness.
    “You still pouting?” Grant asked. “I thought you guys made up the night of the party.”
    “Yeah and we’ve been talking and shit, but I feel like I’m out of some sort of loop. She hates when I flirt with her. Through text, over the phone, whatever. If I even try it she shoots me down.”
    “She just might not be that kind of girl.”  
    “Yeah, but then she freaked when she thought I wasn’t paying attention to her at the party. I can’t tell if she just doesn’t like being ignored. If she wants me, ya know, just when I’m around. Or if she wants me all the time. Or how she really wants me.”
    “Ask her.”
    “I can’t! When we’re not in scene or coming down from one, it’s almost impossible to have a normal conversation with her. She’s such a...”
    “A dick?” Grant laughed. Armando had called Grant’s last girlfriend a dick on a daily basis, so he wasn’t offended.
    “Not like Arianna, but she’s kind of a dick and she cuts deep. Even when we’re in a scene she talks so much shit.”
    “And you love it.”
    “Fuuuuck. I do. What is wrong with me?”
    “Come on, man. You know.”
    He did, but Armando wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet. Not yet. “She won’t go for a grand gesture.”
    “Then skip it. Judging by how pissed she was, I’m pretty sure she’s digging you, but if she needs time and her own kind of space, give it to her. Are you in some sort of hurry?”
    “No, I guess not. I just don’t remember it being this difficult.”
    Grant fixed him with a hard stare.
    “What?”
    “Let’s go back. A young Armando age twenty-six finds himself hopelessly in love with a Mistress Cowley—”
    “Fuck that. That lady got all in my head and I’d been in the scene for all of five minutes.”
    “And Nailah’s been at this how long...?”
    “Man, fuck you with your valid points.” Armando hunched forward on the desk as Grant burst out laughing. He came over and looked at the picture of Nailah on the screen.
    “Is that her?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Yeah. Give that woman all the time she needs. From the look of things, she’s worth it.”
    Armando knew Grant was right, no matter what