Page 32 of Blossom

“Macallan fifteen-year,” I say.

“Absolutely.” Kaylee walks away, her tits bouncing.

I sit across from Mary. “Is there any chance you’ll go to a private room with me tonight?”

She looks down at the table, examines her fingernails, which are painted a burgundy that matches her dress. Very sexy.

“If you want to do a scene tonight, Ronan, you’ll have to find another submissive.”

“I suppose I could do that.”

Her lips curve downward.

Interesting. She doesn’t want me to find another submissive. But she knows I’m a Dominant. She knows I’m craving a scene, and she wants me to have what I want, even if it isn’t with her.

“I can introduce you to a few if you’d like,” she says.

I raise my eyebrows. Perhaps she feels nothing of what I’m feeling—intense attraction, intense desire.

An intense desire to dominate.

Almost more than that, though. I might be satisfied just to kiss those lips.

“I’ll stick with my date tonight,” I say.

“Date?”

“Yes. We had plans to meet here.”

“And you were late.”

“Yes, I was. It was unavoidable, and I’m sorry.”

“You could have called Claude.”

She’s right. But I didn’t because I was dealing with Keira. I’m the Dominant here, though, and I’m done explaining myself. “This is a date, Blossom.”

“If you say so.”

I grab her hand, meet her gaze. “I say so,” I command in my best dominant voice.

Her lips tremble. Only slightly, but I notice.

Good. I’m having an effect on her. Perhaps not the effect I normally have on a submissive, but I’m happy to take what I can get.

So strange. I had Keira in my hotel room all day, and not the slightest desire to give her what she was asking for.

Tonight?

I’d play with Mary in a minute, but it’s not what she wants.

And because she doesn’t want it?

It’s not what I want, either.

Slow and steady.

I never thought I’d be one for that, but I can convince Mary to be my submissive.