no. Please listen to me. I don’t hate you at all.”
I scoffed, making a rude noise, but he was patient and calm. Of course, he was, because he was perfect.
“Please sit down and let’s talk, Jordy.”
I let him steer me toward the chair and I sat down, immediately covering my face with my hands.
“Jordy, please look at me.” His voice came from in front of me, so I knew he was standing right there, close enough to touch. “Put down your hands.”
This time he used the Dom voice. I held out a moment longer and then I dropped my hands and turned my tear stained face up to look at him as he loomed over me. Let him see how devastated I was and how embarrassed. Then I would quit and walk out of there and never have to see him again.
“Jordy, I apologize for what happened the other night. I should never have invited you up on that stage.”
“You think?”
“I know you’re angry. But I didn’t hurt you or humiliate you. You wanted everything that happened.”
I folded my arms over my chest and looked away.
“Still, it was wrong of me. I should have told you who I really was.”
“Yes, you should have. Why do you wear that disguise anyway?”
“Because sometimes I’ve seen clients in the clubs. And I don’t want them to know my private business. I’m not ashamed of who I am, but I do value my privacy.”
“So the name Logan is…”
“Mine. Thomas Logan Young. I go by my middle name.” He shrugged.
“But why a mask? Why not go out of town?”
“It’s inconvenient and why should I? I have as much right to my own sexual preferences as anyone does. As for why I wear it? It was just something I did once, and it kind of stuck. People noticed and complimented me. Treated me differently. A mask creates a fantasy, a promise of the unexpected and unknown, and just a hint of danger, under the right circumstances. It’s a great tool for a Dom, I think, even though a lot of Doms use them only on their subs. It wasn’t meant to harm anyone. I didn’t mean to harm you.”
“You didn’t harm me. Not now that I know you didn’t do it on purpose just to fool me.”
“So you believe me?”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“Jordy, I’ve been wearing that mask for months now.”
“I know. Tori told me. She said I needed to get over myself and stop thinking everything is about me.”
“Good advice. Now the only question that remains is what are we going to do now?”
“For starters, I’m never going back there to that club again.”
“I don’t want that, Jordy.”
“Well, too bad.” I blushed and glanced up at Master Logan. No, Mr. Young. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. But I don’t want to go back.”
Mr. Young sighed and went back to sit behind his desk. “I’ve decided that this is not going to work.”
My eyes got wide. “What? This? Oh my God, are you firing me? I need my job!”
“No, of course I’m not. But I am going to talk to our other partner, Mr. Harrington, and see about a swap. You working for him and Tori working for me. That way, you won’t be directly my employee. In fact, I don’t want you to be. I don’t want you even answering the phone for me. It wouldn’t be right.”
“But… Tori might not want…”
“I’ll talk to Tori. If she doesn’t, then I’ll make other arrangements.”
“Well…I guess if she has no objections. I’d be fine with that.”
“Good. Then that’s settled.”
“And you can go back to the club and not worry. Not about me. Because I won’t be back.”
He gave me a long look and then nodded, his eyes a little stormy. I wondered what he could be thinking. I sat there another minute with him just staring at me until it got to be uncomfortable. I got up then and left his office, vowing to never go back to that club of his ever again.
****
“I want to go to your club this weekend, Tori. Will you let me go with you and Michael?”
“What?” She looked at me like I had just grown an extra head. She had been working with me all afternoon, showing me her filing system and familiarizing me with Mr. Harrington’s clients. I began to see why Tori had so much time on her hands—he had half the clientele that the other agents in the firm had. Tori had told me privately