to learn where the diskit is located and how to utilize it correctly?”
Grateful Connie bought into the lie, Bodie nodded as though she knew what the hell a diskit was. “Right? Not that hard.”
The Mistress blew out a long breath and covered her mouth with her hand, staring at Bodie as though she’d turned into an alien species and had tentacles poking from the top of her head. After several long, unnerving moments, she slowly wrote something on the notepad, then rose and began to pace the room.
When her stomach dropped into the soles of her feet with dread, Bodie understood she’d said something wrong. How could she blurt out the wrong thing when she’d only said four words? She glanced toward the door. Maybe she should run.
Connie muttered to herself, shaking her head and gesturing with the pad and pen as she moved back and forth, back and forth. The glances she threw at Bodie ramped up her anxiety to blood-chilling scream levels. “Fuck.”
Oh, that couldn’t be good. Connie hadn’t raised her voice or sworn in the time they’d been in the office. “I-Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Just...thinking.” But Connie stopped pacing and returned to her seat. With a huff of breath, she said, “The vagina is a complex part of female anatomy, Bodie. There is a small bundle of nerves where the labia meet; can you tell me what that’s called? You know which part I mean.”
Bodie winced. She’d failed biology like a pro—hell, she’d flunked high school so badly, one teacher told her it had been a waste of time trying to teach her anything—but something about the description told her Connie meant the part Braun had sucked on, licked, nipped at with his teeth and ripped her into scattered pieces of exuberant pleasure.
As her sex lubricated itself again with excitement, she clutched at the word Connie had already given her. “The diskit?” she asked hopefully.
“Double fuck.” Connie rose again and dropped her notes and the pen onto the chair, then sat close enough to Bodie for their hips to touch. Peeling back the blanket enough to find Bodie’s hand, she took it and linked their fingers tightly. “Sweetheart—”
One look into those sympathetic eyes and Bodie felt her lungs seize.
She knows.
Shaking her head in denial, she yanked at her hand, but the Mistress was a lot bloody stronger than she appeared.
“Bodie, sweetheart,” Connie soothed in a firm, calm tone not unlike Braun’s Dominant resonance. It lacked the depth, the masculinity, but it appeared it had the same effect on her. “It’s okay. You’re not in trouble. This explains one hell of a lot.”
“It explains nothing. You don’t know anything!” Her voice cracked at the end, but she held it together. Nobody knew her secret; Connie was just grasping at straws. “Don’t say another fucking word!”
“Baby,” the Mistress murmured, reaching out and cupping Bodie’s cheek with such tenderness, Bodie wanted to lean into her and bawl her eyes out. “Why the hell didn’t you say you’re a virgin?”
Just like that, with one sentence, Connie sucked the fight from her bones and deflated the terrified anger gnawing through her body. The horrible, dirty secret she harbored was no longer hers alone, but rather than relief coursing through her veins, there was just an imposing sense of ominous dread.
The Mistress had the power to destroy her now. She could use the knowledge however she wished, to hurt and destroy if that was what she desired. Or maybe she’d take advantage of it, blackmail Bodie into doing unspeakable acts in exchange for Connie’s silence.
There was only one thing left to do, and that was salvage anything she could from this rollercoaster of a night. Bodie forced air from her dying lungs in a scoff. “Oh, please. That’s ridiculous. I’m no more a virgin than you are.”
“Sweetheart, Diskit is a village in India. It’s not part of the female anatomy; the bundle of nerves I asked you about is called the clitoris.”
Damn it. “So I suck at anatomy. Never planned on being a brain surgeon.”
“I’m relieved to hear it. Do you feel ashamed of your virginity, Bodie? Is that what this is all about? The attitude, the mood swings, your reluctance to commit to Braun?” Connie lifted her free hand and winked. “No pad, no pen. Girl talk only from here on.”
Bodie laughed miserably. “Like you ever put the shrink away. I know how shrinks work. Even if they don’t have something to write on in their hands, they squirrel away information