Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
39
His girl wasn’t doing well.
Travis stared down at her as she slept. It was late Monday night and he couldn’t sleep. She’d been having nightmares each night and her stress levels were through the roof.
He quietly pulled open the bedside drawer that he’d cleared out for her stuff. She had stayed every night at his place for the past week. He wasn’t letting her leave his sight.
Just as he suspected, the drawer was filled with food. She’d also stuffed food in the closet. And the pantry was overflowing.
Fuck.
He had to talk to her about getting hold of her therapist. He needed to know how to help her.
Closing the drawer again, he walked into the living room of his apartment and grabbed his laptop. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but doing nothing was wearing on him.
He was a man of action.
They hadn’t heard from Waterford or McCallum again. And he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He hated the way they’d drilled Caren, questioning her like she was the guilty party.
Assholes.
“Travis?”
Glancing up, he saw her standing several feet away, she rubbed at her eyes. “What’s wrong? Can’t you sleep?”
“No, baby. Just thought I’d get some stuff done. Sorry I woke you.”
“It’s all right, probably my fault that you can’t sleep.”
He scowled and pointed at her. “Stop that. Not everything is your fault. Come here.” He set his laptop aside and drew her into his lap. “I’m all good. And so are you. Nothing is going to happen. But have you tried to contact your therapist?”
She tensed, then sighed. “You saw the food, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, baby. And I don’t give a shit about whether you have to hoard food to feel better. I do care about whether you are all right.”
“I’ve got an online meeting with her on Friday night,” she told him. “She’s staying late to fit me in.”
“Good, baby. And if it’s all right, I’d like to talk to her about ways to help you.”
She buried her face into the crook of his neck. “You’re the best man I know, Travis Andrews.”
“I’m trying to be the best for you.”
40
“What is this?” Travis asked, glancing over at Caren from where he sat behind his desk in his office.
She’d come into work with him today and yesterday. It made both of them feel better for her to be close by.
“What?” she asked, looking up from her phone.
She had another message from Oliver. He was starting to get grumpy with her over her refusal to go to Kazbrekistan. At this point, she thought they were going to have to part ways.
She gulped as she saw the images on the screen. They were her photos of the protest. Well, some of them.
Oh heck.
She hadn’t been able to edit them straight away so she hadn’t been sure that anyone would want to purchase them. But they’d been snapped up almost immediately.
“Oh, those.”
He pointed at the screen. “Yes, these.”
“I forgot about them.”
“Did you? Seems Tyler and Gable have had a memory lapse too, since none of you mentioned that you had gotten this close to the protestors.”
She bit her lip. Uh-oh. He seemed mad.
“Are you mad?”
“Do I seem mad?”
“Hmm. Kind of. You’ve got a bit of a tic here.” She pointed to the side of her eye. “And you sound funny. Like you’re blocked up.”
“I’m not blocked up. What was my rule for going to that protest?” he asked.
“That I stay back and take photos from a distance. But aren’t those photos amazing?” she said.
“They are. Of course they are. You took them. Doesn’t mean you’re not in big trouble. Come here.”
Travis pushed his chair back and parted his legs before crooking a finger at her.
Him and that finger. She might just have to chop it off.
That thought kept her amused for a few seconds as she walked over to stand between his thighs.
“Kneel.”
Oh heck.
She found herself kneeling without thought. He’d used his Dom voice. The one he usually only used when they were playing. She swallowed heavily, lowering her head.
“No, you may look at me.” He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “You’re in trouble.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Now, how to punish you for disobeying me? This is a big one and it won’t be enough to just spank you. Perhaps I’ll spank you first, then lay you out and eat you, keeping you on the edge. Then I might just fuck you until I come before tying your hands together and going to bed.”
He wouldn’t tie her up and then go to sleep.
Right?
She was pretty sure he wouldn’t, however he did look like he enjoyed that plan.
Great. Just great.
There was a knock on the door and she jumped. Shit.
Tyler stuck his head into the room, his eyebrows rising as he saw her.
“Uh, shit. Sorry to interrupt your blowjob, brother, but I’ve got to take Caren to her appointment.”