Divine Solace: 8 Read Online Free PDF

had.
    She found that wry curl of his lip very appealing. “Sorry. I
should have qualified that. I’ve had one, you know, when I was first old enough
to drive. Just haven’t been back to renew it. I don’t do a lot of paperwork
stuff.”
    “Okay.”
    She didn’t press on that one, but it made her think of
Chloe’s cryptic comment when the two of them had taken some supplies back to
the storeroom.
    “Did Marguerite tell you much about how Noah is?” The girl
rolled her eyes, answering her own question before Gen could. “Of course not.
She’d consider basic information being overly chatty.”
    “I know he’s a…submissive. Like Brendan?”
    “Like Brendan, but not. They’re all so different.” Chloe
considered. “It probably doesn’t matter. You’re not going to be relating to him
that way anyway.”
    “He’s helping me with my kitchen. I don’t need to know
private things about him, Chloe.” But she mentally willed Chloe to tell her
everything she knew. For once, surprisingly, Chloe didn’t oblige.
    “Okay. Sure. But if you change your mind, you know my cell
number.”
    It made sense. Those who inhabited the D/s world were
probably very private about their preferences, not wanting them discussed among
the uninitiated. For all her uninhibited nature, Chloe was sensitive to
discretion, else she wouldn’t be working for Marguerite. For instance, while
she was pretty open about her relationship with Brendan, if Chloe saw things in
the club that revealed more about that type of relationship between Marguerite
and Tyler, two Dominants, she never spoke of it.
    Coming back to the present, the thought helped Gen rein
herself in. Keep it separate. Not your world. Of course Marguerite had
said he’d be absolutely honest…
    Before knowing Brendan’s orientation, Gen had accepted the
same BDSM stereotypes as most people did. She’d assumed a man who wanted to be
ground under a woman’s stiletto was a pushover, or nothing better than a child.
Noah defined himself as under the control of a woman, but he refused to let
Lyda pay for his accommodations and he’d jumped right in to help with closing.
Then there’d been that spark as he’d met Gen’s gaze over the teacup.
    So even if she couldn’t form any definite conclusions about
Noah, she could about Brendan. Watching him with Chloe, it was clear he defined
his primary job as caring for his wife. Yet Tyler had the same opinion toward
Marguerite, and he was clearly the top Dominant in their unusual relationship.
    Gen had married two men who, by any standard definition,
would be considered testosterone-laden alpha males, and all they’d wanted her
to do was take care of them. Domestically, sexually, financially.
    Chloe had said they were all different, but it still made
Gen’s head spin. Unfortunately, not in a way that turned off her curiosity. The
idea of a man wanting to take care of a woman, in the ways she truly needed his
care, wasn’t her typical experience with men. If she tried to idealize
something she knew nothing about, she’d be doomed to disappointment. Yes, Noah
was helping her with her kitchen, but if he put his feet up on her coffee table
and had a beer afterward while she cleaned up the mess caused by tiling, that
was fine. She’d be content with the donation of physical labor.
    Though he really didn’t really look like the beer type.
    “Anyone else would have said something by now,” she
observed, shifting in her seat. “Filling the silence.”
    “I figured if you wanted to talk, you would have.”
    “Maybe I can’t think of anything to say and am hoping you
will.”
    Noah gave her a sidelong glance. “I don’t know about that.
The silence felt pretty comfortable, both sides. What do you usually do on the
drive home?”
    “Listen to music, think about the day, think about what I’m
going to do that night.”
    “Which is? If it’s not too private.”
    She was kind of pleased he’d asked, though she knew the
truth was