The man that just helped make last night more of a f**k up, regarded me for a moment. He seemed to be watching my every move, working out if I was telling the truth.
It made sense.
If he was a Dom, as well, he was good at watching for clues and was good at reading most women… from what I’ve read.
Maybe I should stop reading those books for the moment. I was just a little intrigued after the movies. Some of it really was too much, but some… stop it.
Not the point right now.
Hotty didn't seem to do anything 'Dom' like or what I would expect last night that I remember... but maybe that's because he was so drunk and horny he didn't care. Oh... the hand around the front of my throat, that's a thing of trust and part of it, isn't it?
Stop it! Once again, not the point right now.
“Plea
