Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

asked that we keep the
dominant submissive aspect of our relationship confidential. But I had already
told Leslie that I was meeting someone from a BDSM website; I just hadn’t told
her who.
    I hung up the phone, trying to
figure out just what I would say to her when I saw her. The phone had no more
than left my hand when it rang, making me jump. I snatched my hand away as if
I’d been burned by the sound.
    The call went to voicemail. As
soon as the message light began blinking I punched in the access code and
listened to the message. It was Leslie. I deleted the message, deciding I would
deal with her later. There was a client meeting to prep for and as distracted
as I was over Jake, I didn’t think I could afford to spend any time right now
thinking about Leslie.
    By the time I finished with
meetings, emails and making client phone calls, it was well past my usual lunch
time. There were a few more messages from Leslie, one from late morning asking
if I wanted to grab lunch. With a stab of guilt, I deleted them all.
    I grabbed my purse, intending to
head down to the commissary in the basement of the building. The food was stale
and tasteless, but I was in too much of a rush to care. And I wanted to avoid
Leslie.
    But best laid plans often go
awry. Leslie was just coming out of the elevator on my floor. There was nowhere
to hide so I put on a big smile, intercepting her before she could start in
with her questions.
    “I was just coming to get you.
I’ve been tied up all morning with clients. You have time for lunch?”
    She made a disgusted noise at me.
“Yeah, I know you. You’re avoiding me. Remember, I’ve known you forever. But
I’ll ride down with you to the lobby.”
    We grabbed the nearest elevator.
As soon as the door closed, Leslie turned to me. “Okay. Spill the details. Who
is he? What’s he like? Is he cute? Did you make out?”
    I scowled at her. “Leslie,
really, slow down. ‘Make out?’ We’re not in high school.” I smiled at her.
“But, yeah, we did kiss.” I rolled my eyes. “It was horrible. He’s got bad
breath and snaggle teeth. Ick.”
    She burst into a fit of giggles.
“Really? No, you’re kidding. But who is he?”
    Why the obsession with who he
is? The elevator chimed, announcing it had reached the lobby. We stepped
out, the lobby full of the crush and rush of people. I pulled her off to the
side.
    “If I tell you, you can’t tell
anyone. Promise?” I looked at her, the perplexed look on her face almost
comical if this wasn’t important. “Seriously, promise.”
    “Promise. Is he in the witness
protection program?” She was serious. I rolled my eyes again.
    “No, not that.” I dropped my
voice to a whisper. “He’s Jake McNamara.”
    Saying his name made my heart
skip a beat, from excitement or guilt, I wasn’t sure. Jake, I’m sorry .
    Leslie’s eyes went wide. “No!
Really? Geez, Abby, nothing like hooking a big fish first time around.” And
then her eyes went wider.
    “You met Jake McNamara on a
bondage sex site?”
    It seemed the lobby had gone
completely silent and Jake’s name was echoing off the marble walls. I shook my
head, looking around. The lobby was just as noisy and no one was even within
earshot. But I pulled Leslie behind a potted plant.
    “Leslie, you need keep this
quiet. He didn’t want me to tell anyone about that part of our relationship.”
    The skepticism on Leslie’s face
was obvious. “He wants to keep your relationship a secret? Is that some bondage
fetish rule? Why can’t you talk about it?”
    She was standing with her hands
on her hips, looking like a stern librarian and I’d been caught giggling in the
stacks. I expected her to pull out a rule and wrap my knuckles.
    “Not me, not the public
relationship, but the BDSM part. He’s a public figure; your reaction should be
enough to know why this can’t really be public knowledge.”
    Leslie relaxed. “Yeah. Okay. I
get that part.” She looked closely at me, skepticism