Page 36 of Salvage Him

Sex has nothing to do with a Dom/subrelationship.

If he believed that, then he wasmissingout.

"We're here, ma'am." Again with thema'am.

The doorman opened thecardoor.

"Hi, Mrs. McIntyre. Welcome home." He reached out formyhand.

He said it like I'd traveled to distantlands.

I felt likeIhad.

"Hi, Jason. Are you on all night?" I took his hand. His hands were soft. Harrison's hands were big andrough.

I shookitoff.

"Yes,ma'am."

"My friend Abbie should be coming back tonight in my car. So keep a look out for her. She may or may not remember where to park." I stepped toward thebuilding.

"I'll take care of her when she arrives." Jason grabbed the door and ushered me in. He was clean-shaven and stood stiffly in his starched black shirt and blackpants.

"Thanks, good night." I waved as I approached theelevator.

"Goodnight."

I rode the elevator to myfloor.

I needed to wash the club off my skin, and Harrison out of my system. As soon as I dropped my bag on the chair in my room, the intercom near thedoorrang.

"Mrs. McIntyre," Jason’s voice filled the room. "There's a Mr. Harrison Crawford here toseeyou."

I narrowedmyeyes.

What the fuck is hedoinghere?

I couldn't invite him up here. I could hear the tenant gossip.The New Yorker had men visiting her all hours of the night while her husband was outoftown.

"Can you have him meet me in the lounge by the pool? Tell him I'll be right down." Out in the open seemedsafer.

"Ofcourse."

I wanted no signs of the night or its effect on my face or my body. I shed the white button down, black corset, and skirt. I kicked off the boots and pulled on a pair of jeans and an oversized hooded sweatshirt. I removed my makeup, put on some gloss. I put my hair up in a ponytail as I headeddownstairs.

My hands shook as the elevator descended. I didn’t know what to expect. Was he angry with me? I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to thelounge.

Harrison stood looking out the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the pool. I loved the space down here. The blue light in the water pulled in the blues and greens of the room. It reminded me ofHarrison'seyes.

He didn't turn aroundrightaway.

I crossed my arms over mychest.

I wasn't angry with him. The situation scared me. When we first met, I couldn't understand why I was so drawn to him, why my body craved him. Now, Iknewwhy.

We were drawn to each other, complemented eachother.

While his behavior tonight didn't reflect it, I knew he was a good Dom. It was my presence that had him off his game. Following him into that room where neither of us had control over the situation was dangerous. Muchlikenow.