Page 74 of Salvage Him

"I like weird and embarrassing." Abbie wiggled hereyebrows.

I shook my head. "You aretwisted."

"That's why you love me. Now,spill."

I told her about the scene intheclub.

My body tingled as I told her, and it hurt when I thought about the crash after. I loved the way Malcolm had cared for me after we played; it was my favorite part. And after the scene with Harrison, I understood why it was necessary, both for the Dom andthesub.

I needed all the aftercare he couldgiveme.

Heowedme.

Punishment would comefirst.

Iowedhim.

I looked forwardtoit.

"Hello," Abbieyelled.

I blinked and looked around. The restaurant patrons were annoyed at our outbursts. I smiled a sorry to the table next to us and waved at the waitressagain.

"Let's get out of here." I motioned for her to bring thecheck.

"What were you thinking about just then?" Abbie fished around in her bag. "You had that starry-eyed look onyourface."

"It's nothing." I shookmyhead.

"Was it Harrison? Big, tall, handsomeHarrison."

I rolledmyeyes.

The waitress brought the check. I laid down two hundred dollars on the one hundred and fifty dollar check and pulled Abbie out of the restaurant. We walked up Broadway toward TheVillage.

We remained silent, listening to the city. People from New York moved away and had to get used to the quiet. In the past four years, my head was full of noise. The quiet came the moment I metHarrison.

We ended up on a familiarblock.

"I know where you are going," Abbie said and giggled. "Well, you certainly are embracing the lifestyle again,quickly."

"I just want to look." Inudgedher.

We stopped in front of a BDSM shop in The Village we had frequented back intheday.

"I have a feeling Harrison will be a full-service Dom,"Abbiesaid.

I stopped to lookather.

"He would provide you with what he wanted." Shegrinned.

"I said I was just looking." I blushed andcontinuedin.

I pushed the door open, and a bell signaled our entry. My gaze scanned the tiny shop. It held every fetish, bondage, and pleasure tool you could imagine; display shelves linedeachwall.

"You know, I could whip you back into shape in no time," Abbie said with a cackle. She picked up a black leather flogger hanging from a hook and swung it in mydirection.

"No, thank you." I grabbed the tails of the flogger and bit my lip as it tickledmyhand.