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Beauty and elegance were secondary, however, to safety.
“I’ll look forward to being in the audience.”
Damien was a gifted teacher whose classes were legend in BDSM circles. “Unless you’d like to do it yourself, since you’re here?”
“Not tonight.” Damien shook his head.
Respecting your relationship with your wife-to-be?Of course, with how much the two were in love, they didn’t have eyes for anyone else. Gregorio respected that. And he fought back the uncomfortable nudge of jealousy that told him he might have had something similar. If— He shook off the uncomfortable intrusion. “Want a tour of the cabin while it’s still light?”
Damien nodded.
Since the man was on the hook for well over a cool million in construction loans, he deserved the opportunity to see the building before anyone else.
Damien’s phone chimed. “Excuse me.”
While he checked it, Gregorio scanned the monitors, then strode to the window.
A couple of very high snow flurries swirled in the wind. There’d be no measurable precipitation from the small flakes, even if they made it to the ground.
But the dancing crystals whispered winter was on its way. Short days and endless nights suited him fine.
“Ready?”
Nodding, Gregorio turned.
Slipping his phone into a pocket, Damien stood.
The two walked toward what had once been the western perimeter of the property.
A temporary privacy fence was in place to prevent construction from interfering with views from the Den.
They walked through a gate, and Gregorio pulled it shut behind them.
“Bunkhouse is farther along than I expected.”
“I want the crew to be able to use it so work can continue through the winter.”
Damien nodded. “Good plan.”
With how remote the Den was, and the lack of access to paved roads, getting contractors from town could be a challenge. Offering housing was a bonus.
Next they toured the completed cabin.
The log structure had been decorated in rich, earthy colors.
A sturdy O-ring was attached to an overhead beam, and apparatus had been screwed into the walls making the place a BDSM-lovers paradise. The bed’s posters were perfect for securing a sub, and the rustic, hand-carved wardrobe was stocked with luxury toys, all crafted by Master Marcus.
The bathroom was spa-like, and the kitchen was well-equipped. “Still a few finishing touches needed.” Including towels, pots, pans, coffeemaker, candles, and a couple of throw rugs that were still on backorder.
“You’re welcome to move in here,” Damien offered.
Gregorio shrugged. “Happy where I am.” He lacked the time and energy for anything other than basic necessities. In a perfect world, he’d be able to load his oversize SUV and walk away from his life in under ten minutes.
“Offer stands, if you change your mind.”
I won’t.He nodded politely. “If you remember, this was supposed to be the owner’s cottage,” Gregorio reminded his boss. Which would give him and Catrina more privacy when they were in attendance.
“I can always make a reservation.”