After several days of catching up at her office, Savannah had come by Matts on the way to a lunch meeting. While the couple was talking in his office, Janet had overheard Matt teasing his wife. He was trying his best to convince her to turn on the webcam in her office, so he could watch her throughout the day, just like he did Angelica.
Unlike you, I dont have four minions to run every aspect of my company, Savannah retorted. And I refuse to indulge your twisted fantasies. Thered been laughter in her voice, however.
Maybe Im trying to indulge your twisted fantasies, Matt suggested.
You just want access to proprietary information, and even offering to striptease for me in front of your computer isnt going to work. Now, if you have Lucas do a striptease, I might consider it.
Janet had glanced up to see Matt drawing his wife between his long legs where he had his hips braced on the edge of his desk. Savannah kept her arms stubbornly crossed until he snagged her wrist, pulling her all the way to him.
Always anticipating her bosss needs, Janet had pressed the button beneath her desk that closed the double doors with a silent whoosh of air. He only had ten minutes before his next meeting, and Savannah was just making a brief stop, but there were things other than sex that required privacy between a bonded couple. The tender way he drew her to him, the soft, knowing look in Savannahs eyes, despite her teasing, told Janet it was one of those times. Matt had almost lost his wife and child a few months ago, and he was still coming to terms with that, figuring out how once again to hold on tight out of love, not fear. A person had to risk freedom with the one he loved, to enrich the relationship with the qualities that came with standing alone as well as together.
She mulled on that. Matt, did you know Max before he came to work for you?
For about a year or so, though most of our contact was as part of my interactions with other friends I have in the service. One of them sent him my way when Max left the SEALs.
She tied off the one button, snipped the threads with her small scissors. One down, three to go. Matts eyes had opened, and he was studying what she was doing. She kept her attention on the shirt. She was not going to blush. She was not a blusher, even if there were very few reasons a mans shirt could have several buttons missing. Matt had seen her at the club, knew her Domme tendencies. For all he knew, shed ripped the shirt off a sub as part of a session. That would make sense. But the tender, intimate act of sewing the buttons back on for said sub, when she could order him to do it and inspect it the next week as part of the ongoing game?
Not so much.
You know, when SEALs go through training, they do uniform inspection. If a shoe isnt shined properly, or a button is loose, they lose points. Which means that every one of them knows how to sew a button on a shirt, probably as well as my tailor.
Thats an interesting factoid, she said, not faltering over her sewing in the slightest. Why did he leave the SEALs?
You know Im not going to tell you that. Matt straightened and turned, bringing his feet back to one side of the lounge again. He leaned forward, toyed with the button shed sewn. Tight and even. Maybe I should have you do my mending.
She swatted at his hand, making him draw back. Right after I stab you in the eye with this needle.
He grinned, a devastating expression that could dribble a womans heart in her chest like a manic basketball. Fortunately, she took daily inoculations against the charms of the K&A men. But Matt could affect her for reasons far beyond female hormones, and he proved it now, sobering.
Youve been distracted this week, her boss said, no censure in his tone. He understood her work ethic, her personal pride in perfection. He wasnt here to chastise her for sloppy work, because she hadnt done any. He just knew her.
Somewhat. She nodded, pulling on the thread. Im working it out.
Is he treating you well?
Probably better than I deserve.
Damn it. The jerk of reaction caused her to prick herself with the needle. Why had she said that?
As a drop of blood welled up from her forefinger, Matt picked up her hand, put it in his mouth. He sucked the blood away with a swirl of his tongue, then put his thumb over the tiny wound, his other fingers resting on her wrist, holding her in place. Most men, shed pull away if they held her restrained like this, but not Matt.
I didnt mean that. I shouldnt have said that.
No, you shouldnt have. Because nothing is further from the truth. His dark eyes held hers.
Youre right. Its not true. She straightened her back, but she let her hand stay in his grip. Im all right.
Better than. But his expression stayed serious. He has some significant demons of his own, Janet. The difference is, he was trained up front to deal with them, and you had to learn on the back end. You both handle them damn well. They dont rule your lives. But like yours, his are still there. If hes vulnerable, if he lets his guard down, they can attack.
His expression became more thoughtful. Throughout my life, because of my father and the contacts that continued after his death, Ive been exposed to people in various branches of the military. SEALs are a unique breed. Theyre trained to keep everything close. They dont share with outsiders, not only because most of what they do and endure is classified, but because its part of who and what they are. Keep that in mind.
On a different note, he glanced at her, a SEAL would make a hell of a Dom or sub, one because theyre ambidextrous in a sensetrained to lead and follow. Also because theyre machines, the way they process details. As a sub, hed notice everything about a Mistress; how she feels, what she wants. Hes not anticipating; hes actually in the now, watching the details, while another part of his brain is planning how to handle it. When the guy in charge tells you what to do, you stop what youre doing and do it, so hes immediately responsive.
Well, that was obvious, and why she got several different vibes from MaxDom, sub and something that was neither.
Matt lifted his thumb, verified the blood had clotted and there wasnt anything that could get on Maxs shirt. She thought of her bosss warm mouth on her skin. Her immunity to the K&A mens considerable sexual potency notwithstanding, her body was vibrating, every nerve ending now alive, because the touch of Matts mouth had reminded her of Maxs, between her legs. That was a little unsanitary, she managed.
The best treatments usually are. Matt gave her a wink, another brief touch on her cheek. I better head out for my one oclock. And yes, I opened the documents you sent me on my tablet, and theyre all there. I have what I need, thanks to my infallible admin.
Remember that at Christmas bonus time. The Mustang needs new tires, and I want to get her special rims.
Matt chuckled. Those rims can come out of the exorbitant-but-worth-every-penny salary I pay you, but if she needs new tires, charge it through my expense account. And youll still get that Christmas bonus. He moved toward the access door but paused with his hand on the latch. The look he gave her reminded Janet why very few crossed Matt Kensington.
Dont cut yourself down like that again, Janet. I wont tolerate anyone treating you badly, and that includes yourself.
Max took the overpass walkway from the parking deck to the main building, then hit the stairs. He was between tasks and figured hed do a pass by Janets desk to see if she needed to go by her house before the dance class, so he could adjust his departure times accordingly. Hed be picking Dana up at the church at four, giving him plenty of time to get her home and swing back by, since Janet rarely left at five, due to projects Matt and the guys had had in process these past few months.
Since their night at the dock, he hadnt seen much of the woman whod been uppermost in his thoughts. When he left her at her car at the club, shed pushed his dress shirt off his shoulders, tucked it into the Mustang without explanation. Hed had all sorts of fantasies about her wearing it, only those one or two remaining buttons holding it closed over her bare body. Shed felt superb under his exploration, firm and soft in all the right places, arching up into his touch.
Because the limo drivers often doubled up as security during slow times, he had the same access to K&A as Randall. As a result, Max had come by her desk early that next day, before anyone else arrived. Only the dim security light had illuminated her command central area, and Matt and the other guys offices were all locked up.
It felt right, leaving her a token. Nothing extraordinary, just a four-piece box of handmade truffles from a local chocolatier, and a handful of wildflowers from the dock area. Hed threaded them into the vase of white and yellow roses on her desk. The executive level always had fresh flowers, part of the ambiance, and he was pleased to see the ones he left complimented the roses. Would she notice? Thinking of how carefully shed watched his every reaction the previous night, he expected she would.
That same day, shed sent him a text. Chocolate and flowers? Still angling for that second date?
Always. Name the time and place, baby.
Hed added the teasing endearment on purpose and was rewarded with an emoticon in return, the one with the tongue stuck out. It kept him grinning, but true to what hed expect of a woman of her nature, that had been their last interaction that week. Hed deduced she was going to hold off taking it any further until after the ballet class, both to torture him and to keep things slow, in control. That was all right. Of all people, he understood the value of timing, planning, strategy. It gave him time to plan his own.
As he stepped off the elevator, he detected a hint of tension in the air and found the source of it quickly enough. Janet was standing behind her desk, her fingertips resting on top of a stack of folders, her steely gaze fixed on Ben OCallahan, who was shrugging into his suit jacket with an impatient motion. Max recalled todays schedule, the details mapped in his head like a desk calendar. Wade was dropping him at Jackson Square for a lunch meet with the lawyers from Bally, Winslow and Martin.