and Troy closed his eyes. Damn. He was really not in the mood for visitors. Climbing out of his recliner seemed a little more difficult than it used to. He really hoped it was because the fucking chair was old and not him. Thirty-five was definitely not old enough to need one of those lift-assist chairs. His exhaustion was completely erased at the sight of the raven-haired surprise at his front door. He really wished she weren’t so damn hot. He’d have an easier time getting her out of his system if his dick could just get on board with the plan.
“Kelly, this is a surprise. Do you want to come in?” God, why did she look so scared? If he found out she was going to a club tonight he’d kill her. “Look, my decision about those clubs still stands. I don’t want you near them, do you understand? It isn’t safe, Kelly, this is a seriously dangerous guy.”
Sidestepping Troy and walking into his living room, Kelly placed a folder on his coffee table. She was white as a ghost and looked like she’d either pass out or be sick. What the fuck was going on?
“I’m not going to the clubs, Troy. Do you mind if I call you Troy?” When he shook his head, she continued. “I guess all of this has sort of forced me to look at what I’m doing with my life. It’s a bit of a long story, and I want you to have the facts before I get into it, but I was hoping you would read this file and consider working with this sub. I know you’re really busy, but you would determine the schedule. And she isn’t a slave, so you wouldn’t have to worry about lifestyle training. She’s only interested in scene submission. Exploring impact play and bondage…things like that. She really needs you, Troy. Just please read the file and call me when you’re ready.” With that, she hurried out of the house and to her car.
Again, what the fuck? And what did this have to do with Kelly? He didn’t have time to take on a sub, and he wasn’t looking to train. He wanted a real relationship. Was Kelly upping her game and taking on more difficult cases now? Jesus, the only time the woman of his dreams ever asks him for something and she wants him to train a sub for her. Great. How was he supposed to say no if he really was needed? Especially after all his anger over those victims needing a mentor and running into Satan himself. Shit . Looked like he was in the mentoring business now. With a sigh, he picked up the folder and got down to the business of getting to know his new sub.
Holy God . Troy didn’t know what to feel. He was outraged that his woman had gone through such hell when she was so young. And she was definitely his woman. She had come to him, and he wasn’t letting her go or letting her down. He still needed information. Why was she a Domme? And what did she expect from him? Because he sure as hell was going to help her, but he wanted more than sex. She may not have realized it, but she’d just found the man who’d been waiting for her.
* * * *
Kelly had called James and Ryan over to Mac’s house. She needed their support to tell her friends about her past. Some people in the lifestyle would think she was a fraud. That she had been playing a Domme and deceiving those in her care. She didn’t believe her friends would be like that, but she was worried they would be upset she’d never confided in them. She was so nervous she was shaking. If Kat didn’t understand, she didn’t know what she’d do. This woman had become her sister. Kelly needed her support. Christ, she really hoped she didn’t make her cry. Anger she could take, tears tore her apart. Hurting Kat would be worse than facing her demons again. Especially since Kat had shared everything with her. She felt like such a shit for not letting her friend into her life in the same way.
James answered the door. “Are you sure about this, baby?”
“Yes. It’s time, James. Thank you so much for accepting my decisions for so long, but I need to do this. I need to