Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,4
and thank you for this opportunity.” Her voice is so timid. I love it.
“You’re welcome, Nina.” The fact her name is not Nina doesn’t make me want to learn a new one. Anyway, she looks like a Nina. “And, Nina, do me a favor.”
“Yes, Sir?” she replies, still in her timid voice.
“Can you ask someone down in the kitchen to teach you how to make a fucking decent cup of coffee?” With that, all my niceness has been used up, and I’m back to my douche-like ways.
An hour later, Jared’s secret knock on my door reminds me that I’m pissed off at him. One—for not coming when I called him, and two—for filling out this application wrong.
“Chad, you wanted to see me?” For everyone, I’m boss or sir, but for Jared and the five other managers, I let Chad slide. “Ka—”
I stop him before he can finish referring to my secretary. “Are you going to ask about Nina? Because it’s her name.”
He scrunches up his nose and narrows his gaze. “Um, no, it’s not. It’s—”
“Fuck, Jared, to me, she’s Nina, and when you address her in my presence, it’s fucking Nina, understand?”
With a shrug and shake of his head, he fills the room with his laughter. “Fuck, Chad, you are such a prick.”
Again, only the men I’d been raised with get a pass with something like this, but I give him a verbal warning. “Behind closed doors, this might fly, but you better fucking watch it. You feel me?”
“No, I don’t want to feel you, but fuck, I could feel up some of our new staff, that’s for sure.”
With that, we both break out in hysterics. “But seriously, Chad, what crawled up your ass that you have Ka… I mean Nina track me down in the kitchen. By the way, you scare the piss out of that girl.”
Turning to my bar, I pour us both a glass of McKenna, then hand him one before I take a seat behind my desk. “I know, it’s my plan. But I can tell she’ll be good as long as she can learn how to brew some decent coffee.”
As I take a sip of my smooth whiskey, something catches my attention on the desk and I’m reminded of the reason for this meeting. “Fuck, I forgot, you’re here for me to chastise.” I toss him the application and wait for his explanation.
The look on his face tells me I won’t like it when he turns his gaze from me, rubbing his chin. “Ah, shit. Yeah, I forgot to talk to you about this. You know my new sub? Well, she came to me, begging me to help her friend. They both got laid off from where Kira has been working for the past couple of years. I hated her working there, but she wasn’t collared to me. But as soon as she became mine, I put her up in my penthouse on Michigan Avenue, and I moved to my home on Orchard Street. You know me.”
I know my best friend. His subs are at his beck and call—they fuck—but Jared does not do commitment. “Thanks for the history lesson as if I haven’t fucking known you my whole life. So, this…” I look at the application. “Evelyn Lipton, how is she my fucking concern?”
“Kira has a bleeding heart. I’d been trying to get her to commit to this for a year. She’d played with me, but she’s the best sub. I guess I gave her friend a job as a gift, a thank you for accepting my collar.”
It doesn’t work this way, or should I say, I don’t work this way. “So I fucking get handed a girl who I assume knows nothing about this lifestyle because you’re too big of a pussy and gave in to your sub? Have you lost it? Is your sub’s pussy made of gold?”
The smile crawling on his face has my hands sweaty and body fuming. But Jared never knows when to quit. “Yeah, pretty much. She’s the only one I’ve collared since…” And this really shuts him up. We both want to fucking forget that bitch.
“Well, my friend.” I stand. “You’ll need to fix your fucking mistake. Tell Kira to tell Miss Evelyn Lipton and her very unfortunate name that she no longer has a job at Dungeon Elite. There’s a reason we don’t hire those outside of BDSM, you fuckup.”
I walk to my door to dismiss him because I can’t look his way. He stands, straightening