Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
They walked up to the entrance and the door opened.
Remington Jones stepped out. Renard didn’t know him well; he’d met him when Saxon was showing him around the club and restaurant a few days ago. One of Saxon’s doormen had quit recently to move to Alaska, so he’d hired Remington.
He nodded at the big guy. “Jones.”
“Renard. Told you, calling me Jones is gonna be confusing when there are a few of us around. Call me Remington.”
“Seems like you Jones bones are invading Haven.” Seemed odd when they’d all been gone for so long. First Shaw moving back now Remington.
“Jones? Are you related to Duncan?” Opal asked.
Remington stiffened and narrowed his gaze down at Opal. “That how you usually address a Dom, girl?”
Now, Renard kind of got it. He’d been in the scene long enough that a subbie just shouldn’t talk to a strange Dom like that. But no way was he letting this guy talk to his girl like that.
“Well, considering we’re not in the club, and you don’t even know if I am a sub, yep. And, honestly, even if we were in the club and it was clear I was a sub, yep.”
Jesus help him.
Remington’s eyes widened. Then to Renard’s shock, he grinned. “Oh, you’re trouble.”
Opal’s smile widened. “That’s me. I’m Opal. I work for Laken in her shop.”
Remington’s whole face warmed. “Got it. Heard about you.”
“All good things I hope.”
“Good things about your work, your personality, your loyalty. Not sure I’m going to learn good things about your submissiveness.”
“Oh, I can be plenty submissive for the right person.”
“You hear anyone say anything bad about her you tell me because there will be trouble,” Renard ordered, wrapping an arm around her. “Also, you look or talk to my sub again like that, there’s gonna be trouble between us.”
Remington was built much like Duncan.
Which meant he was about as wide as a small car and thick with muscle.
But Renard wasn’t worried.
“There’s no trouble between us, man. I’m just here doing a favor for Saxon.”
“I thought you were the new doorman,” Renard said.
Remington shook his head. “Just here for a short time. Then I’ll be on my way again.”
Right.
He had questions. But he also knew this wasn’t the place. Opal opened her mouth, but he squeezed her tight.
“We don’t have all night to talk,” Renard said.
“Sure. Have a good night.” Remington opened the door and they stepped into the entrance. There were two doors. One led into the main bar. Anyone could enter the bar, well, if they got through the main door. But the club upstairs was members only.
The second door off to his right led to the club entrance. That’s where he headed. He swiped his membership card and they stepped through.
“I had questions I wanted to ask,” Opal said.
“None of our business, baby.”
“This is a small town.”
“Yep.”
“You know one of the best things about a small town?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“Gossip.”
“Baby,” he scolded.
“Come on, are you still going to pretend that you don’t listen to gossip?”
“I am not pretending. I’m not interested in gossip.”
“Liar,” she whispered.
He leaned into her. “Baby, you’re asking to go over my knee as soon as we get in there.”
As he felt the shiver go through her, he smiled.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
Smack!
She jumped as the ruler landed on the palm of his hand.
“Well, missy, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Um, what would you like me to say, Sir?” she squeaked.
Her heart was racing, her stomach tight with anticipation and nerves. Was this what she’d wanted?
It more than she’d ever thought possible. From the start of their scene, he’d taken complete control. Renard had thrown himself into the role of a strict principal who was disciplining a naughty schoolgirl.
“What would I like you to say?” he thundered. “I would like you to tell me what you thought you were doing kissing that boy behind the bike shed.”
Ooh.
That did sound naughty.
“It wasn’t really kissing, Sir,” she told him.
She was aware of people watching them, but she didn’t care. Because the only person who really existed right now was Renard.
“He had his hand up your skirt, missy!”
Opal pouted. “I know and you caught us before he could get to the good stuff.”
Slap!
Wow. That sound made her jump again. What would it feel like against her skin?
They’d spoken a lot around her limits and what she wanted from this scene. So she knew that he could choose to use the ruler, his hand, or a paddle. She just didn’t know what.
Which definitely added to the excitement.
“The good stuff? Do you think that naughty girls like you deserve the good stuff?”
“Yeah. I think we do.”
“And did you get wet for him, missy?” Renard asked, moving around the desk to stand behind her.
She turned, but he shook his head. “No. You face the other way. You need to face the consequences of your actions.”