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all out of sorts. “I, um, that was better
than what I remember from Miami.”
    He grinned,
leaning his forehead against mine so that we were eye to eye. “Yes it was. I’m
staying in Josh’s guest apartment tonight so you know.”
    Smiling, I was
glad he’d told me.
    He sucked on my
lower lip one last time before heaving a regretful sigh and pulling away. Walking
towards my front door, he gave me one more look over his shoulder before
leaving.
    Holy shit, the
world as I knew it had been turned upside down in one evening.

CHAPTER
FOUR
    While waiting at
the airport for my flight home the next morning, I kept replaying the previous
night over in my mind. But instead of feeling panicked, I was disappointed that
I’d been left with no more than a scorching kiss.
    Taking out my
phone, I quickly texted Brian a question I couldn’t shake.
    “You and I both
know I’d be terrible at being submissive. Why me?”
    After arriving
at my parents’ house and while sitting in the driveway, I read his response for
the third time.
    “ You’re
dominant in all things. Doesn’t it get tiring? Don’t you want to let go and
have someone else take over and call the shots in one aspect of your life?”
    Curious, I had
to ask, “What kinds of things are we talking about? Furry cuffs and sex
toys or like hardcore whips and chains? Details please.”
    I was surprised
when his reply came quickly.
    “No details
until you agree. But in answer to your questions, I’m not into whips and
chains. Furry cuffs are a bit cheesy. And YES to the other.”
    Realizing what
the other referred to, I blushed hotly. Jesus, he capitalized YES to sex
toys. I was having a hard time picturing a man I’d known all these years, who I
called a friend, colleague, and now boss, being into these types of things. You
think you know someone. I’d always pictured he’d be sort of clumsy and goofy in
bed. The type of sexual partner who’d make me laugh and be comfortable to be
around but who wasn’t going to make me burn with desire. And now I was aroused
beyond belief merely over text messages. His next one came in before I could
respond to the last.
    “How’s the head?
And how was the flight?”
    Normal
conversation. Okay, I could do that. “Head is all right, although I had
to take some Tylenol to get it there. Flight was good. I’m about to go into the
house, but I’ll talk to you later. Safe travels to Virginia.”
    ***
    I appreciated
the fact that I was able to spend the holidays with loved ones, but my home town
of Beaufort, North Carolina was a reminder of the most traumatic event I’d ever
experienced. I’d always felt like a piece of me was missing while growing up,
but never understood why until the year I turned sixteen and discovered I was
adopted. My life as I knew it changed drastically. It didn’t help that since my
father had been the Chief of Police for many years, I couldn’t go one foot into
town without running into someone who knew me and what had happened. Small
towns. Gotta love them.
    Breathing deep,
I focused on the good memories. I loved the beauty of my childhood home with
its historic tall ceilings and wooden floors built over a hundred years ago.
    My younger
sister and her family lived on the other side of town. This was probably a good
thing at the moment because being under the same roof with four children would
only emphasize my slight hangover.
    It had been a
few months since my last visit. My sister had delivered baby number four. As
with the prior three, I’d made sure I went to the hospital, gave a lavish gift,
and picked up a meal from the local restaurant for their first night home. I
may not be very good with babies, cooking, or all the other domestic stuff, but
I was a kick-ass big sister in ensuring I was home for the births of my nieces
and nephews.
    “Hi, Daddy.” I
embraced my big bear of a dad after walking in the front door. My father might
not share my blood, but I was hard pressed ever to think of him