Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I hadn’t planned on another level of interrogation, though.
“You could’ve outed the club from the start. I knew that from the beginning but you didn’t. I’m pretty sure you’ve been helping things behind the scenes.” His glare came back and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Not that I need help.”
Drama queen.
I had every intention of calling him that too, but he kept going. “It was thoughtful of you, though. And in that same vein of helpfulness, I need you to share with me what you’re looking for so that I can be confident about accepting your application.”
Ugh.
He was much easier to handle when he was being a pain in the ass.
“So, what I’m hearing from you is that you won’t admit me to the club, even though I know all about it, until I’ve explained myself in greater detail.” His nod made my anger flare irrationally and I had to work at keeping myself under control.
Talk or get denied.
He wasn’t wrong.
He shouldn’t admit anyone in with secrets he didn’t understand. I just hadn’t expected his radar for trouble to ping me.
He was such a pain in the ass.
“You don’t date. You’re interested in BDSM—that was definitely genuine—but you haven’t even casually scened with anyone that I can find.” That seemed to confuse him more than anything. “What is going on?”
I hadn’t been completely celibate, he was wrong about that, but I was very careful.
“Do you understand what I’ll do to you if this comes out?” The simple question had his eyes going wide and I could see the wicked part of him that loved information as much as I did flare to life. “I won’t just ruin you. I’ll make you disappear online. No more photos. No more fame. No more buying sex toys from Third World countries. No more buying Third World countries. They won’t know you exist.”
Killing him would be too easy.
“You’re evil.” He glared at me. “It’s actually kind of hot.”
Maybe I did want to kill him.
“Is it illegal?” His question wasn’t unexpected, so I didn’t get offended as I shook my head. “Is it something that should be illegal?”
I wasn’t sure where his imagination had gone, but I was able to deny that as well. “No.”
He was quiet for several long moments before he nodded decisively. “Alright, whatever you say will stay between us as long as it doesn’t affect me personally for some reason. Then I have to be able to tell Silas. He’ll kill both of us if I don’t.”
He’d use something messy to do the job too.
“Fine. I don’t think there is any reason this should end up involving you, though.” Not unless my love life went spectacularly wrong.
“Alright.” He paused and waited.
And waited.
Fuck it all.
I’d talked about it with doctors. I could talk about it with the crazy drama queen who knew more kinks than he did ways to make money.
“I lactate.” When he just blinked, I kept going. “It’s a hormonal imbalance that can’t be easily corrected without unpleasant side effects.”
Like erectile dysfunction and anger issues…neither of which I needed in my life.
“There are a few other medical issues it causes but that’s the only thing that affects my ability to have a sexual relationship.” Hormones affected a startling number of things, but the rest I could deal with easily. “It’s not something I can hide from a partner.”
“You’re right.” Nodding, he had a slightly distant look on his face like he was studying a new project he was trying to buy into. “Hiding it would only raise more questions. Shirts and compression gear would go a long way, but generally speaking, people think naked when they think sex.”
“Yes.” I could get away with being fully clothed in quick back room kind of activities, but nothing more than that. “So you see my problem?”
The way he shook his head was…unexpected.
“No, I see an opportunity.” Blinking a few times, his head seemed to clear. “Unless you’d put it on your limits list as something you don’t want to explore with a partner?”
What?
I wasn’t sure I understood his question, so I went back to the beginning. “My goal is to find someone who could ignore it while I did my best to provide for their needs. I can spank and my general personality leans toward domination.”
I’d been called an asshole alpha enough times to be confident about that.
“They don’t need to pretend to like it. I’m aware of how unique it is.” According to the doctors, it was literally a one in a hundred million chance that an alpha would be born with the right genetic fuckups to make it happen.
I’d have rather won the lottery.
“The internet really needs to catch up to kinks and explanations.” Mumbling to himself, he shook his head. “I’ll fix the internet later.”
If anyone thought that was a reasonable goal, it was Austin.