The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) Read Online Free PDF

into one.”
    “Will you need to work tomorrow?” Nathaniel asked.
    “At some point,” I said with a huff, rubbing my forehead. “Damn. Damn. Damn. Like I didn’t have five thousand other things to do, now I have five thousand and one.”
    “Look at it this way, now you have an entire week’s work done for a future show.”
    I sighed. “Since Linda’s watching the kids while we finish up packing this weekend, I really wanted to enjoy some alone time with you. Especially since tomorrow night will be our last night here.” Thank goodness for Nathaniel’s aunt. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do in Delaware without her.
    A strange look crossed his face, surprise or maybe guilt. “It’s not our last night by any stretch of the imagination.”
    I waved my hand. “You know what I mean,” I said, looking for another pair of pajamas.
    “Abigail.”
    I looked up.
    “This will all work out. I have to go into the city tomorrow for work, and because my meeting is so late, I’ll spend the night.”
    “What?” He was going to leave me with a half-packed house?
    “I have a late meeting with Charlene. Linda will still get the kids, so you’ll have time to do your work.”
    All the stress of the move suddenly mixed together with my irritation at having to rewrite the work I’d done, and Nathaniel’s late-night meeting with Charlene was the cherry on top of an ice-cream sundae of total crap.
    “When were you planning on telling me?” I asked.
    “I just found out this afternoon.”
    “That woman has got some nerve setting up a meeting for our last weekend home, when I’m wearing your collar, and she
knows
we’re moving.” I crossed my arms. “It’s like she’s a mind reader and knows exactly what to do to piss me off.”
    “Abigail.” His voice was a warning, but Charlene was like a trigger for me.
    “Tell her you’ll meet her Monday night.”
    “You’ll be at the station. And Linda can’t keep the kids then.”
    I crossed my arms. “There has to be something you can do.”
    “Oh, there is.” He spoke calmly, but we’d been married enough years for me to know he could conceal his anger behind a mask of calm.
    “Then do it.”
    His voice was low and soft when he spoke. “Kneel.”
    His command caught me off guard, but one look at his tense expression let me know he meant business. I abandoned my search for pajamas and dropped to my knees.
    “Just to make sure we’re both on the same page, are you currently wearing my collar?”
    I swallowed.
Damn it
. Charlene had a way of getting me in trouble without even being here. “Yes, Master.”
    “I know we’re experimenting with some lower protocol, but that does not give you free rein to speak however you wish. I know you have issues with Charlene. You have not made this a secret.”
    Damn straight I haven’t made it a secret.
    “This is after you have repeatedly stated that you trust my choice of employee and that you trust me around her. Isn’t that correct?”
    “Yes, Master,” I admitted begrudgingly.
    “Furthermore, why do you assume it was Charlene who set up the meeting?”
    I didn’t have a response to that.
    “I set up the meeting,” he continued. “She wanted to meet Monday night. I told her that wouldn’t work because you would be at the station and I knew the kids would be with Linda tomorrow and one of us needed to be home. I
actually
thought I was doing you a favor by giving you some time to yourself. I know this week has been hectic for you.”
    “May I speak, Master?” It seemed prudent to slip back into higher protocol.
    “Yes.”
    “I appreciate the fact that you were thinking about me and wanted to give me some alone time tomorrow, and I understand why you didn’t want to meet with her on Monday night.” I paused, trying to formulate in my head how to word the next bit. “But you are also aware of how I feel about her, and it just raises the question, how did you think I’d react?”
    “Have you or have