Free The Last Love Song (A BWWM BDSM Romance) by Lyn Rosella Page B

they were censoring more than they could actually play on air.”
     
    “I hope your replacements were just as difficult.”
     
    “Of course,” she grinned.
     
    That was all part of our brand - pushing the envelope, seeing what we could get away with.
     
    Tell you the truth, baby, owning a cock ain’t nothin’ .
    No, your cock ain’t nothin’, no,
    Pussycentric pussymanic pussymagic.
     
    I sang the lyrics, pouting my lips at myself in the mirror. Real feminist shit right there, I thought, rolling my eyes to myself. No way would a line like that make it onto the television - but people would hear the bleeps and jump onto Youtube to see what the hell they’d missed. Just giving the people what they want!
     
    “All right,” I said, sliding from the chair. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
     
    ◦◦◦
     
    I never should have made that stupid claim so many years ago. “I don’t do love songs.” The question continued to chase me no matter how many times I offered the same exact answer. “I am not sentimental and I don’t have time for love.” It never changed. I could say it in my sleep.
     
    “I need a minute,” I said to Lexi as I entered my dressing room. I held the door open and waited, gesturing for her to get out.
     
    She made a face - I know, I know, I’m rude as shit - but she walked out without complaining. I was about to shut the door but someone crowded into the doorway right behind me, pressing me forward into the room.
     
    “Hey-” I started to protest, but a heavy hand covered my mouth.
     
    I froze. Time itself froze - I stood trapped in that moment as fear turned my blood cold.
     
    The door slammed behind me. I was alone with a strange man, trapped, overpowered, oh, God…
     
    “Surprise, sweetheart.”
     
    Vaughn! My limbs turned to jelly with relief. I twisted around in his grip and stepped away. Whatever he saw on my face made him chuckle.
     
    “You scared the shit out of me!” I exclaimed. But I wasn’t angry. Not really. I was just happy to see him. “I didn't think you'd be here. You weren't assigned. Where's the other guy?”
     
    "I arranged a little switch-off." He said it like it was no big deal, but what if his coworker suspected something. "Trust me," he said.
     
    I nodded.
     
    "Sit."
     
    I sank to the soft cream-colored couch, and he leaned back against the vanity where half of my hair products still resided. I could see myself in the mirror behind him, surrounded by tiny white bulbs. I looked different than I did only a minute ago. Softer. It was nearly imperceptible, but I saw it.
     
    And I felt it. I relaxed into the couch and waited for him to speak, waited for him to tell me what to do next.
     
    "Show me."
     
    "Show you what?"
     
    "Sir."
     
    My eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
     
    "Show me how you performed your assignment. And call me 'sir.'"
     
    My pride made me want to rebel, but my body had other ideas. Already my awareness of the world around me had shrunk to the size of the room. My work, my worries, my responsibilities - mist.
     
    Still, this was escalating a little quickly. He'd barely said hello! "Can't you at least pretend to be civilized for a minute? Try asking me how my day was, maybe?"
     
    He quirked an eyebrow at that, expectancy written all over his face, and waited. His silence alone was enough to make me cringe.
     
    Finally, tentatively, I added, "Sir?"
     
    A wolfish grin spread across his face. "How was your day, honey?"
     
    "Long. Busy." What was I doing? I didn't want to talk about my day. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I was rolling my eyes at myself. I'd been waiting to meet him like this again for too long, I didn't get Vaughn alone often enough to waste our time on pleasantries - not if I wanted to keep exploring this thing I had with him.
     
    He read me like a book. "Done?" He asked. I nodded. "So show me."
     
    I hitched up the short skirt of my red minidress, revealing my lacy black thong. I can't