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could be an amazing Domme if she learned how to control herself. As it is, she waits until she is too far gone to remain in control and the guys love her for it.
    “You’re leaving with him?” Holly’s lip curls as she asks the question.
    Where in the hell does she get off acting as if I am some sort of filthy creep? In reality, I am one of the few men in here any of them should be hanging out with. That’s not me being cocky; it’s simply the truth.
    “Yes, Holly,” I answer for her. “Tasha and I are going to get a bite to eat. I’m certain I can make sure she gets home safely.” God, I really don’t like her. I would never go so far as to tell a woman who she can and can’t spend time with, provided there’s no chance of harm, but if I don’t scare Tasha off by the end of the night, she and I are going to have to have a long talk about who she associates with when I am with her.
    Holly squares her shoulders, glaring at me. “The last I checked, Tasha was fully capable of speaking for herself.” She looks over to Tasha, who is still curled under my arm, not looking at all upset that I spoke for her. It is interesting to see how willingly she turned over control. Only time will tell if that is because her ex-husband was a controlling prick or because she has tendencies she might not yet fully realize.
    “I’m fully aware of that, Holly.” I probably should drop it, but this bitch is getting under my skin like no other. “Then again, if she didn’t want to leave with me, would she be stuck to me like white on rice? Perhaps you’re simply upset that your little plan didn’t work quite the way you wanted it to. She’s the one leaving with a real man while you four are going to play with the boys.”
    I feel Tasha tense beside me and fear I’ve gone a step too far. “Dylan,” she hisses. “Please, just stop.” She backs away from me slightly so she can talk to her friends. “Holly, we’ll have to get together another time. I appreciate you bringing me out, but this really isn’t my scene. I’ll text you when I’m heading home and when I get there. Okay?”
    “Fine,” Holly grumbles. The other three girls backed off long ago and are already deep in conversation with three young men sitting across from them. “But if you don’t text me by bar time to let me know you’re okay, I’m going to blow up your phone.”
    “Yeah, sure.” Tasha rolls her eyes at her friend. It’s interesting to see how protective Holly is and it appears Tasha doesn’t like the mama bear attitude from her friend. “See you guys later.”

 
     

    (Tasha)
    Dylan never takes his hand off the small of my back as we walk down the dark sidewalk. Maybe I should be more nervous, but it feels comfortable walking beside him. Even more, I feel safe. This isn’t exactly the best part of town, and yet I am safe standing next to this beast of a man I barely know.
    “Please tell me we’re not walking to the diner,” I whine after about a block. My feet are killing me and I wish I had thought to change back into my ankle boots.
    “No, P recious. We’ll be driving but my car is parked down there.” He points somewhere in the distance. “Do you need me to carry you?”
    While it is a sweet gesture, I’m not about to say that I do want him to carry me. Oh, the places he could take me and I would go willingly. “No, I’ll be fine as long as it’s not too far.”
    I barely have the words out of my mouth when I feel Dylan lift me off the ground as if I am a small child. My mind screams at me to slap him, yell, and do something to make him put me back on the ground. My aching feet, on the other hand, whisper in my ear to kiss him in thanks for the reprieve.
    My mind wins out, but just barely. “Dylan, put me down,” I shriek, playfully slapping him on the butt as he throws me over his shoulder. The view from this side is pretty amazing. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to let him carry me for a while.
    “Precious, there