“Okay, so…” Chloe took a breath before getting to the heart of what she wanted to talk to Porter about today. “Can you and Kenzie take me to the club without Sawyer knowing?”
Porter’s brows shot up. “You want to go to a BDSM club?”
She shrugged again, trying to appear casual, even if she felt anything but. “I want to see the lifestyle for myself. The only BDSM I’ve seen is from the cases I’ve worked, which involved a mistress who treated the married man like a horse.” The exact reason she needed to understand Sawyer’s type of BDSM was that what he said seemed different. “Sure, I could read about it. But I’m thinking that seeing it for myself is easier.”
Porter took a sip of his coffee. “Why don’t you ask Sawyer to take you?”
“Because that’s…well, awkward.” Chloe flipped her hair over her shoulder, gathering the strands in one hand. “I don’t even know where things are going with him. But I want to understand what I’m getting myself into.”
His head tipped to one side. “Why are you asking me to take you?”
“Because I trust you and I don’t want to go by myself.”
“You trust me?” At Chloe’s firm nod, he added with a smile, “I’m happy that you do.” Softness filled Porter’s eyes as he continued, “I want you to know that you’re right—the only reason I don’t involve you in my private life is because I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about my lifestyle.” His tone of voice told her that the BDSM lifestyle made him proud. “It’s kind of a relief this is out in the open now, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I suppose it is.” It almost seemed as though in this moment she’d gained a friend that she’d wanted for two years, and she couldn’t help but smile in return. “But I don’t know why you didn’t think you could tell me this.”
Porter gave her a measured look. “What if it bothered you? You do work for me, Chloe.”
She half shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”
There was another pause as his eyes became curious. “But my lifestyle doesn’t bother you?”
“No. I’m not bothered at all,” she replied easily. “It makes me curious, which is why I’m asking you and Kenzie to take me to understand it all better.”
Porter inhaled a deep breath, then let it out slowly; the sunbeams from the window highlighted the blond in his hair. “How does Sawyer feel about you going to a BDSM club? Have you talked about it?”
“Kinda.” She told the half-truth breezily. “He said he didn’t expect me to go.” She left out the part where he’d said he didn’t want her to go to a club.
“If you’re curious Chloe, I don’t mind taking you.” Porter rose from his seat, pushing the chair into place. “But let me run it by Sawyer first.”
“God, no!” Chloe exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because how embarrassing is that?” Chloe’s voice was high and rushed. “?‘Oh, yes, let’s date, but can you take me to a BDSM club because I have no idea what it is and want to know if I can handle that side of you?’ No, Porter, I don’t think so.”
Porter barked a loud laugh. “I suppose I see your point.” He regarded her in his intense way, then tapped his fingers on the desk. “Be ready at eight tonight. Kenzie and I can take you to a public club here in Vegas.”
“Why not your club?” Chloe asked.
“It’s exclusive, I’m sorry to say.” Porter smiled at her before walking away.
Nerves fluttered through Chloe. Am I really going to do this?
“Oh, and Chloe…” Porter stopped at his office door and turned to her. “When attending a BDSM club, tight, revealing clothing is best.”
Hell yeah, I am!
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Something has come up that I need to do tonight. Shane called to say that Travis was searching on his computer for how to make meth. That’s all he’s got right now. I’ll text ya when I’m on my way to your house, okay? I won’t be long. Promise.
The message from Chloe earlier in the day still grated on Sawyer’s nerves. Hours later, driving alone at night, he didn’t like the fact that he didn’t know her whereabouts. Nor did he enjoy knowing that it wasn’t his place to ask her.
The Dom in him wanted to know where she was right now. The man in him told him not to come on too strong. Yet even that concept seemed foreign to him. He hadn’t been in a vanilla relationship in so long that he had to remind himself that Chloe wasn’t a submissive who had signed a confidentiality agreement to allow him to dominate her.
As much as his thoughts spun, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he hadn’t minded vanilla sex with her. Not to say that kinking things up with her didn’t interest him, but vanilla sex with her hadn’t bored him.