Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“He already hates me,” I said quietly. “I can’t imagine he’ll give me a fair chance.”
“Seth is a lot of things, mostly an asshole, but he’s always fair. Just don’t try that faking shit. Man, he went off on some of the guys I sent to him.” He winked and added, “And then he went off on me. I’ve reached the point in this game that I’d rather not listen to him bitch. Just be yourself and let Seth make the decisions. I trust his judgment. You should as well.”
Easier said than done. “Why didn’t you tell him I was straight? He might not have been so angry if he’d gotten a ‘head’s up.’” Landon had really set me up with that stupid trick.
“Kid, he wouldn’t have given you a chance if I’d told him you were straight. I needed him to see you before that bomb dropped into his lap.”
When I frowned, Landon quipped, “Have you seen yourself, kid? I knew he’d have a hard-on for you the instant he saw your lips and eyelashes.”
I blinked. “What’s wrong with my eyelashes?”
The elevator door slid open. Landon stepped out and motioned for me to do the same. Under his breath, I heard him say, “Not a damned thing, kid.”
Any response I might have considered would have been drowned out by his sudden banging on Agent Wilkinson’s door. He was being loud and annoying on purpose, causing me to bite back a smile. “You realize you probably aren’t helping the situation, right? Getting on his nerves first thing,” I said.
He grinned. “Don’t take my fun away from me, Agent Daley.”
“Okay.”
After another few seconds of pounding, he stopped, looked at me, and asked, “Why don’t you call me Sir, like you do with Seth?”
I smiled. “Would you like me to?” I wouldn’t mind calling him ‘Sir’, but only because he was my superior in The Company, not for the same reasons I addressed Seth that way.
“Nah, it creeps me out. Just keep ignoring me like you’ve been doing. I’m good with that…until it’s time to talk business. Then you’d best listen to every damned word Seth or I tell you. Got it?”
“Got it.”
The door flung open, and Seth stood there, in all his masculine glory. I’d had more encounters with Doms than I could count—that simply happened when one frequented the clubs— but none of them had ever made me stop and just look at their…magnificence. Seth was a gorgeous man. He had bulky muscles but still managed to make them appear natural, and I’d already noticed he moved with a grace that screamed how comfortable he was in his body. He had one full tattoo sleeve and several gorgeous designs on his chest. A true artist had done his ink work.
“Well, lookee at you, all dressed up in your leathers,” Landon teased. “I forgot just how intimidating you look when dressed the part.” He turned to look at me. “What do you think, Agent Daley? Does he look anything like your Domme?”
“Ha—ha. Very funny,” I joked. I looked Seth up and down, showing he wasn’t going to intimidate me, even if he did Landon, and said, “Her leather shows her curves off better.”
Landon bent over laughing but Seth glared at me. “What happened to the well-trained sub I met earlier? Were you faking it then, boy?”
I met his glare. “No, Agent Wilkinson, but you made it perfectly clear you weren’t interested in me subbing for you. If you want my respect now, you’ll need to earn it. In the playroom, of course.”
Every instinct in me screamed that I submit to him, to show him the respect I knew without hesitation he deserved, but Seth had forced my hand. If he was unwilling to look at me as an equal partner in a Dom/sub role, I wasn’t interested in submitting. If everybody looked at it honestly, I was the one really putting myself out there. I was straight, Seth was gay. Seth liked fucking his sub. Me? Not into that so much.
Sure, I’d researched everything I could find on Agent Wilkinson. Unlike him, I hadn’t gone into this totally blind. Seth wasn’t aware of it, but I’d even witnessed one of his scenes at his favorite local club. He was…intense. I’d watched other Doms perform, but none of them had ever interested me…not until I’d watched Seth. He’d never know that, of course.
Landon arched a brow. “I guess he told you,” he teased Seth.
There was, however, a worried expression on his face. He hadn’t known the angle I’d planned on playing with Seth. Looking between the two of them, it was difficult to tell which one wanted to throttle me more.
Seth crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at me. I glared back. I knew how to be the perfect sub. I also knew how to play hardball. I wanted this assignment. People—subs, like me—were being tortured and murdered. I wanted to take them out and planned on doing it, with or without the help of Seth.