Free Bar None by Eden Elgabri Page B

was involved in the club a secret. She wasn't giving up John. And she couldn't let him give her up, either. Not because he blamed himself for what happened to her. Or he feared she wouldn't be able to remain a Sub after the ordeal she'd suffered. What he didn't understand was how safe she felt with him. The words John used didn't matter. She would never associate John's touch or his words with the man who kidnapped her.
    She looked at the address she had written down. This federal building housed offices for the FBI. Who would have thought it? Providence was the state capital, but she'd never thought agents worked and resided in the Ocean State.
    She trudged up the marble staircase thinking of nothing but John. On the second floor she went down a long corridor and found the room she was looking for. The man who'd spoken to her in the hospital wanted her to come in and sign an affidavit. Then her involvement would end. He guaranteed she would never have to face the man who abducted her. There were plenty of others who'd be able to give enough evidence that he'd be put away for a very long time.
    A secretary greeted her and escorted her into Mr. Whitman's office. He inquired about her health and handed her several papers to read and sign. Just as she was about to leave, John entered the room. He stopped dead, staring at her as if she didn't belong there.
    That's when she noticed the suit. He looked more like a businessman than a bartender in a sex club. Lori entered behind him. Dark suit, holster over her shoulder. She brushed past him and handed a folder to Mr. Whitman. “Glad to see you up and about, Dani. Trevor, I need to get back to my team in Boston. John, pleasure working with you."
    "What?” Dani's voice squeaked. “What do you mean? Working with him?"
    Lori glanced at John with an incredulous expression. “Please tell me she knows what you do? You can't mean that you didn't tell her."
    "You don't bartend at the club? Wait, you're actually an accountant there, right?"
    Lori whistled and the FBI agent dropped his folder. That's when the truth hit her. Lori was an agent, too. And she worked with John. No, it couldn't be. He couldn't be an agent. He couldn't have been faking the whole Dom thing. Son of a bitch. He'd fucked her upside down and backward and the whole thing was just an act. She'd kill him.
    "Tell me you're not an agent. Tell me you did not make an idiot out of me.” The soft hiss of her words dripped with menace. If Dani hadn't recognized it as her own voice she would've scared herself. “You made me believe you were a Dom,” she said through clenched teeth. “You made me believe I had to obey.” Dani pushed at him, but he barely moved. Through her entire ordeal, her thoughts of John had kept her centered. To find that it had all been fake proved more than she could bear. Something in her exploded. The pent up anger, the violence resting under the surface broke through and her small fists pounded his chest like a drum.
    John grabbed her shoulders and quickly pinned her against the wall. “I think we both learned something. I am naturally dominant and you want to obey."
    "More info than I needed,” Lori said as she pushed past them to the door.
    "I still want you, Dani. I want my amenable, well-trained girl ready and eager to please me.” His mouth crushed down on hers.
    Trevor cleared his throat loudly. “Maybe you can take this somewhere else."
    John didn't waste a moment. He took her hand and tugged her out of the office and down the hall to his. He locked the door behind him and pulled her to him once again. “I may have a different job, but the essence of the man is the same. I've been fighting it, but this is who I am. I need a submissive woman in my life."
    Dani yanked her hand away from his as if it'd been burned. “You lied to me."
    "About my work. But everything personal, everything that happened between us, was real. Now take off your clothes."
    "Have you lost your mind?"
    "Maybe. I