Not surprisingly, he was given enthusiastic thumbs-up all around.
When I informed him of this, he again laughed uproariously.
We had our Sundays together and I knew these were sacrosanct because after the first one blown by Sandrine’s antics, he didn’t take a single call all day the last two. He was always in demand, having calls come in when I was on the phone with him or people wanting his attention. So I knew he laid down the law.
For me.
After the first Sunday when his phone didn’t ring once, the second one, I turned mine off.
For Knight.
Now, even though it was nearing ten on a work night for him and he was usually long gone by then, he was taking me to Slade. I didn’t know why but I was going because it was an order.
“Pick a dress. When I look out the window of my office, I wanna see you,” was all he said.
I didn’t know what I’d do by myself, me and whatever security he assigned to me alone in a sea of people in his club. But I figured I could entertain myself.
And bottom line, if Knight wanted to see me out of his office window, I’d be there to be seen.
So I’d spent the last hour and a half after Knight made me dinner dolling up.
Now I was ready.
I’d turned the bend in the L and was wandering down the other hall not listening to him mostly because I was concentrating on walking, holding my clutch, my bracelet I couldn’t get clasped by myself dangling from my fist and finding the hole in my ear all at the same time.
I hit the open area and the curved post of my earring slid in. I stopped to slide on the plastic doohickey to keep it from working its way out and I dropped my hands and looked to Knight.
He was in the kitchen by the bar staring at me, eyes moving over me and they were hungry.
My knees got weak.
“Anya’s ready,” he rumbled into his phone, his voice not smooth by a long shot. “We’re done talking.”
Then he hit a button and dropped his phone to the counter.
“Here,” he growled. “Now.”
I went there and I did it immediately.
When I got there, his hands came instantly to my waist. They slid up over the smooth fabric at my sides then slid down. I held onto his biceps as I watched his eyes watch his hands move. Then his hands slid back and I came closer as they hit my behind. Then they clenched in and he jerked the skirt of my dress up.
I drew in a sharp breath and my fingers tensed into the hard muscle under the expensive fabric of his suit.
His eyes held mine and one finger slid deeper then traced the fabric of my thong, pressing in and gliding down, down…
My lips parted.
“Just checkin’,” he muttered, his hands retreating then smoothing my skirt over my bottom.
I swallowed.
Then, my voice low and slightly throaty, I asked softly, “Can you do my bracelet? I can’t get the clasp.”
“Give it to me,” was Knight’s answer which I correctly took as a yes.
I did then gave him my wrist and dipped my head to watch him work the clasp.
“Your girl, Vivica,” he said as he attached the bracelet. “She do only brothers or does she prefer other flavors?”
He finished with the clasp and my eyes went to his to see his on me.
“She prefers her own kind,” I answered.
“She got any kink?” he went on and my head gave a slight jerk then tipped to the side.
“Kink?”
“Kink. She a freak?”
“Um…”
His hands came to my hips and gave them a squeeze.
“She into deep shit? Serious shit?”
“Well, we haven’t gotten into specifics but I think she just likes to give over control and I know she likes to be a bad girl occasionally. Though, I did open the floodgates of that, she knows she can share with me and she didn’t describe anything like that. I got the sense she was relieved she could talk about it at all so she would and didn’t. So, my guess, no.”
“Find out,” he ordered and I blinked.
Then I asked quietly, “Why?”
“Heard the boys talkin’, there’s a brother who’s lookin’ to own and his goal is to possess a woman properly which means, long-term. He’s seen your girl and flat out said he wanted to bring her to heel. I asked a few questions, he’s way into that shit but like me. He wants all woman and sweet. He absolutely does not want kink. She’s that woman, I’ll give him the high sign.”
I stared at him and I knew my eyes were big at the thought of Knight Sebring, matchmaking.
Then I breathed, “Really?”
One side of his lips curled up and his hands slid to the small of my back bringing me close as he muttered, “Really.”
I arched back an inch and tipped my head to the side again. “Can you vouch for him?”