Free Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) by Aubrey Bondurant Page B

whatever you guys call it. She’d be hurt if I wasn’t.”
    “Okay. I get it.
Can we agree to discuss it ahead of time? Maybe I could meet you ladies out
like the last time and assist with the mission.”
    I laughed
thinking he’d probably make a much better wingman than I would. “All right,
agreed. I’m assuming this doesn’t apply to clients?”
    “I would think
it should. If there’s a male coworker or client who wants to get into your
pants, what’s the difference from a date?”
    “But it’s not a
problem if they’re old or ugly?”
    “If you send me
a picture and I agree, then perhaps.”
    Imagining that scenario
amused me. “Oh, yeah, I can see that. Uh, hold still. I need to take a picture
of you and vet it according to rule number three with this guy I’m not yet
sleeping with. Oh, good news. You’re ugly enough that you pass.
Congratulations, let’s get dinner.”
    He laughed. “I’m
sure we will have rectified the sleeping together situation by the time you’re
taking clients out.”
    “All kidding
aside, I can’t say no to clients for a drink or dinner. I’m sorry but it’s not
reasonable and it crosses the line from personal into professional.”
    He sighed
heavily. “No, I guess you’re right.” He didn’t sound happy about it, but at
least he understood.
    I decided now
might be a good time to address some concerns. “So, I was on the Internet
yesterday, and I have a few things to discuss about my limitations.”
    “Jesus, Sasha,
you don’t go and google shit like that. It’s like typing in symptoms of a cold
and the Internet tells you forty ways you could die. I haven’t finished going
over everything yet.”
    “I was curious,
and wanted some ideas of what limitations I might need.”
    “Okay, hold on,
I’m getting into the cab.” The phone muffled, and he said something in the
background.
    “All right, I’m
back. Let’s hear them,” he said, resigned.
    “Okay, I don’t
want any sort of muzzle or gag in my mouth.”
    “That’s
definitely okay,” he agreed quickly.
    “No whips, canes,
pain, or threesomes,” I added, thinking of a list of things that came to mind.
    “That isn’t even
remotely close to what I want.”
    “Okay. I’m
assuming I don’t need to tell you no animals.”
    “Christ, woman,
you are starting to tick me off.”
    “Hmm, I believe that
evokes rule number one.”
    “Now you’re just
fucking with me.”
    “Maybe a little.
What if I want to negotiate some dominant time with you?”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because that is
non-negotiable.”
    “Are you going
to tell me why?”
    “Not in the
fucking cab I’m not.”
    His temper had
me both smiling and turned on at the same time. “Did you want me to get a hotel
room tonight, after all?”
    “Of course not.”
His voice had immediately lost all irritation.
    “All right. Send
me your address and have a safe flight.”
    “I will, and you
drive carefully. I’ll call you when I land, see how far out you are, okay?”
    I agreed and
concentrated on the long drive ahead of me.
    ***
    It was well past
midnight by the time I arrived at Brian’s house. After parking in his driveway,
I sent a text to my parents letting them know I arrived safely, got out of the
car and looked up, appreciating the enormous three-story townhouse. Boy, did I
miss the space I used to have in North Carolina.
    “You having some
size envy?” Brian quipped, standing outside the front door. He was wearing a
pair of low slung plaid pajama bottoms and a Panthers T-shirt with leather
slippers. He looked sexy as hell without even trying.
    “I am. I’ve had
hotel rooms bigger than my condo in New York.”
    “Here, I’ll get
your stuff. Come on in.”
    He grabbed my
suitcase and led me inside. We entered a living area which was modern and
spacious, running lengthwise back to a large gourmet kitchen. “You hungry?” he
asked, ever the gracious host.
    “Ah, no. My mom
packed leftovers.