Page 23 of To Catch a Sub

Rolf sighed and uncrossed his arms, the equivalent of someone else throwing their hands up in disgust and stalking out of the room.

Andrei grinned at the camera, and Landon felt his own lips twitch. Andrei loved needling Rolf.

It was odd, that both men’s personalities and mannerisms in the vanilla world were the opposite of how they behaved as Doms.

Rolf was reserved and quiet, but when on the dungeon floor, he was fiery and intense.

Andrei was quick-witted and cutting, but when he was Master Andrei, he was stern and harsh.

“Why are you packing?” Andrei leaned towards the camera, his features looming large.

“I’m coming to London. I’ll be staying in the club.” Landon closed up the suitcase and started filling the duffle bag. “I’m bringing someone with me.”

“Did you get fired?” Andrei asked.

“What? No. I didn’t get fired.”

“Are you sure? Because if you have time to spend all day at the club when it’s not your week, then you don’t have a job. I hate to be the one to have to explain it to you.” Andrei pursed his lips. “Should I use smaller words? Explain it again.”

“The woman he’s bringing isn’t his sub, she’s a witness,” Rolf explained.

“Fuck.” Andrei sighed. “We’re using our club as a safe house? Who would do that?”

“There’s a place in America, in Texas, where that happens a lot,” Rolf said.

“She’s not a witness.” Landon finished packing the duffle bag. “She’s an informant.” He quickly filled Andrei in on what had happened.

Andrei grinned. “She blackmailed Interpol? I like her already.”

Landon plopped down on the end of his bed, facing the chest of drawers, and stared at his feet to hide his reaction to Andrei’s words.

“She’d make a good Domme,” Rolf said.

“No.” Landon looked up. “She’ll go in as a sub. Work in the bar. We’re not giving her any authority, or freedom within the club.”

“She’s in that much danger?” Andrei asked, serious for once.

“No.” Landon stood and moved his luggage off the bed. “I doubt she’s in danger at all. If she was, she wouldn’t have snuck out.”

“I can’t decide if this assignment means your boss hates you, or has incredible faith in you.” Andrei loosened his tie and leaned back against the wall.

“Hates him,” Rolf said.

“Very funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

Landon looked up. Nope, Rolf wasn’t joking. He rarely was. Andrei however, was grinning like an idiot.

“Shut up,” Landon said to the other man.

Andrei chuckled, clapping a hand on Rolf’s shoulder. “I hope this is all a long con, and you secretly have a dry sense of humor.”

Rolf just looked at him, which made Andrei laugh harder. Landon too smiled, though Rolf’s words made his gut tight. He could tell himself that this assignment was more about Colette—and wanting her someplace away from the NCB headquarters—than about him, but he was worried.

Anu wasn’t on the Club Alibi task force. She’d been given some information on it—and therefore personal information about Landon himself—when the task force lead reached out and asked that Landon be allocated twenty-five percent to the inter-NCB initiative. He couldn’t help but worry that this was a bad sign career-wise.

Then again, even if he’d been given this assignment in good faith, there was a high fucking likelihood that whatever game Colette was playing would cause this whole thing to blow up in his face.