Page 13 of Their Ruthless Sadist

What I’d wanted to do was have them come into my office so I could pick up where we’d left off at the club the Friday before.

Looked as though I was going to get the opportunity to do so now.

I let my eyes stray to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the building that was directly across from me. I wondered what those old boys across the way would think if they saw a couple of naked masochists posing as furniture in my office.

I glanced at the keys and smiled.

Yeah. This might end up being a good day after all.

Case (the pretty boy)

“Ah, Christ! There’s concrete everywhere, Brax. I’m gonna lose my mind.” I gripped my head dramatically because what else was I going to do? Somehow, I had to make Brax feel my pain.

“We’re in a parking garage,” he stated, not giving in to my drama.

“It’s not any better on the street,” I said as I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes when we stepped out of the shaded parking area. It didn’t make much of a difference because the brilliant Chicago sun was blocked out by all the surrounding concrete.

I should’ve felt bad for giving him shit, but I didn’t. I knew Brax was exhausted after that hellacious road trip. So was I, and I’d taken plenty of naps throughout. In my defense, I wasn’t a huge Florida Georgia Line fan (I preferred Brantley Gilbert), but the man I’d fallen in love with was. So, in an effort to save myself from wanting to jump out of a moving vehicle, I’d feigned sleep until it finally caught on.

“Who has the key to the apartment?” I asked Brax as we stepped into the building. We were surrounded by marble and chrome, straight lines and stale air.

I am officially in big city hell.

“Ben said he’d have it.”

“Mind if we stop at the restroom before we head up?” I motioned toward the back of the building, past all the gleaming black marble, fancy fixtures, and suits wandering around aimlessly.

Brax sighed as though he was put out. “Fine.”

The man had been downing coffee like it was nearing extinction, so I didn’t buy for a minute that he wasn’t in need of the facilities.

A few minutes later, feeling ten pounds lighter, I emerged from the restroom and waited for Brax to finish with his pretty-boy routine.

I grinned to myself. I found it ironic that Zeke had taken to calling me pretty boy instead of Brax. Granted, there was a hint of condescension in his tone when he did it, so I wasn’t mistaking it for a compliment. Still, it amused me to no end.

I’d never been called pretty in my life, and believe it or not, I wasn’t the sort to prance around in hopes someone would check me out. That came naturally, and it had nothing to do with ego. At six foot three, two-hundred twenty pounds of solid muscle, I got the stares without even trying. I was a big man, and I worked damn hard to keep it that way. The single dragon tattoo that adorned the upper half of my body garnered some attention as well.

But I was no pretty boy. However, there was something erotic about the way Zeke said it, so I wasn’t complaining.

The truth was, Brax was the pretty one in the relationship. With his perfectly mussed golden-brown hair, those emerald-green eyes, and the baby face, he looked roughly ten years younger than he was. Which was saying something considering he was all of twenty-seven. Most people figured him for a teenager.

He damn sure wasn’t a teenager. I could vouch for that.

The men’s room door opened, and Brax stepped out, pressing his Stetson firmly on his head while those curious eyes scanned the space around him.

Fine. With the cowboy hat and those sexy-as-fuck Wrangler jeans and boots, he didn’t look like a teenager. He looked like a man you wanted to strip naked and engage in some wild and kinky sex. For the record, I’d done that plenty of times.

“You ready?” I asked, pretending I was tired of standing around waiting for him.

He turned to me, a serious expression on his face. “You have to be on your best behavior, Case.”

I frowned. “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because the last time we were here, you got Addison in trouble. That girl doesn’t need any more trouble.”

I chuckled. “No, that girl lives for trouble. I didn’t do anything. She used me as an excuse to get her ass paddled by her Doms.”

“You locked her out of her office,” he declared.