[B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn Read Online Free PDF Page A

It has nothing to do with the job. But I’ll admit that she caught my eye and interest. I was hoping that you would know more about her, or seen her as she operates this side of the bar. She seems to be a friend of Lance’s.”
    Clay sat back down and looked at Angel with disbelief. “She must be some lady to have caught your attention. I thought you were only interested in finding your soul mate. Don’t tell me you found her in a BDSM club? You didn’t even want to take the assignment. I had to call in a favour.”
    Angel knew he had been reluctant to take the BDSM side when Clay had asked him. And he knew that he had been intolerant of something he knew nothing about. “OK. OK, don’t rub it in. I did see a lady and I don’t know if she is my soul mate, but something in her just reached into my inner self and made me take notice. I’ve never had that strong of a feeling before and I want to find this lady and see what develops.”
    “You say she’s a friend of Lance’s? I probably know her. Give me her name and description and if I don’t, I will ask Lance next time I see him.”
    “Lance called her Cyn. She’s about five seven with black hair in some kind of a bun and according to Lance she runs this part of the club. I didn’t have time to learn any more as one of the dungeon monitors came to show me around the club. Did you see her in here tonight? She would have stood out. She was wearing a black corset and skirt the last time I saw her,”
    “I don’t remember anyone by that name and I know most of Lance’s friends. The person that runs this part of the bar is a small woman that wears big glasses when working and has shoulder-length brown hair. She’s never said much the few times I have met her and she always stays in the background. So it can’t be her. And I shouldn’t have to point it out, but most women in here are wearing a black corset with a skirt. Maybe to you she would stand out, but not to me mixed in with all the others.”
    Angel sat back as he took in Clay’s words and scanned the bar for himself. He knew he would recognize her right away. Scanning the area, he noticed a few women still finishing their drinks and the woman Clay was talking about behind the bar. Her head of copper-coloured hair could just be seen over the top. She couldn’t have been more than five-foot-two at the most, and Angel could see the large glasses she was wearing when she turned and picked up a glass off the bar.
    Angel couldn’t get over the feeling that he was missing something but turned to Clay, and they both got up to leave.
    ” Make sure you ask him as soon as you can. I don’t want to lose her after just finding her.” Angel told Clay as he followed him out to the parking lot.
    Clay laughed at Angel’s impatience. “God, I can’t wait to see this mysterious woman for myself. She really got to you. I promise to ask Lance first thing. OK?”
    Angel left Clay at the parking lot and made his way to the side entrance where he had left his motorcycle. Jumping on, he gunned the engine and made his way through the blackened street to his small house on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t much and he could afford better, but he liked the small house and didn’t believe in paying rent if it could be helped.
    Pulling up to the front of the garage, Angel got off. He opened the garage door and pushed his bike in, closing the large door after him. He took the side door, which led straight into his kitchen. Turning on the overhead light, he made his way to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. Sitting down at the table he opened it and took a large drink.
    Thinking over the night, he had to smile to himself at all the mixture of people and equipment he had seen tonight. He might as well have been a virgin with his wide-eyed expression at the sights. Mark had been nice and had let on as if nothing was amiss. A picture of Cyn popped into his head. He could still see her standing beside Lance at his