Finding Master Right

When he sat across from Ba

“Did I mention she’s hot?”

Trevor laughed. “If she was hot she wouldn’t have trouble finding a date. You’d be banging her.”

Really? “Trev, you’ve known me for years. Would I choose a girl based solely on looks? Fucking a hot girl does nothing for me if our kinks don’t match up.” He pushed an artsy menu at Trev. “As for Kate, if she was into what I was into, I’d never let you meet her. She’s hot, fu

The server came and took Trev’s coffee order. His friend watched the girl’s ass as she walked away and Ba

“So, if she’s so awesome, why aren’t you training her for yourself? Aren’t you still free of responsibilities?”

A twinge of a

“What about working her up to it slowly?”

Not him too. Had he been talking to Ambrose?

“Stealth training?” Ba

Trev’s coffee came along with a refill for Ba

Having the wolf guard Little Red Riding Hood had not only been a bad idea, but it was especially hard on the poor, starving wolf.

Through the big storefront window he watched Red as she slipped out of a Kia four door and made her way toward the café entrance. She was wearing a floral sundress that revealed a lot of bare skin and sandals that crisscrossed to her knee, showing her long legs to their best advantage. No tattoos or marks of ownership on her pristine flesh. No collar on her neck.

And this goddess wanted someone to teach her about kink.

Trev wasn’t good enough.

When her gaze met his, she smiled shyly and looked at the ground in front of her—probably looking for the curb, but for today he’d let himself pretend it was a reaction to him.

“She’s here. Be nice.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Trev craned his neck to see who Ba

Pretty? He thought she was pretty? Pretty was like a seven. On a scale of one to ten, Kate was a solid twenty-three. Maybe Trev needed glasses.

That morning Ba

Not for me.

He rose to his feet as she approached and held out the chair beside him, so that she and Trev were facing each other, but not directly. Hopefully it would make it easier for them to talk but with less pressure than sitting directly across from each other.

As she took her seat, his fingertips accidentally brushed the silky skin of her bare back. The buzz it sent through his fingers made him flinch as if he’d been burned. A small shiver ran through her, and for a moment her gaze found his before sliding demurely away. Without artifice, she tilted her head slightly and exposed the side of her neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Would it be so wrong to drag her back to his place and find out what else made her shiver?

When they’d settled into their chairs, Trev turned to her and smiled widely.

“Pleased to meet you, Kate. Ba

She smiled back at Trev, and a spark of jealousy shot through Ba

“He told you how clueless I am?” She scrunched her nose and laughed.

“You’re new. There’s nothing wrong with being clueless.” Trev sipped at his coffee. “I’m sure any number of people would be glad to show you the ropes, so to speak.”

Ba-dum ching. Ba

The server came and took Kate’s order. Tea. He watched how she fixed it, the smooth movements of her hands speaking to how often she drank it.

Kate and Trev chatted for a few minutes. Although they got along at first, Ba

“. . . so that’s why I prefer a sub that’s good at reading me. Are you good at reading people?”

“When I choose to be.” She raised her chin and the subtle challenge made Ba

“Well, generally submissives choose to be good at reading their Doms. It makes for a happier relationship.” He beamed at her and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“And Doms try their best to read their subs, too, of course?” She turned her head to look at Ba

“I generally know what my subs need.”

“As a result of getting to know them or from assuming you know what they want better than they do?”

The girl had a point.

“It’s not hard to figure out what a woman wants most days, as long as you don’t let them put on airs. If a sub is a diva, it means the Dom isn’t doing his or her job.”

If Trev couldn’t figure out how to take Kate’s sense of humor as well as stop being a douche bag, this was never going to work.

“Wanting to have your needs met is different than being a diva.” She shook her head in disgust. “Thinking you know what a woman wants without talking to her isn’t always going to work. I can’t see how that would make for a good relationship.”

“Women are simple creatures. I haven’t had any complaints,” Trev said smugly.

Her brows went up in disbelief. “Did you take the ball gag out long enough to check?”

Trev’s mouth tightened.

Great.

“Hey, you two. I think you’re getting a little off track.” Ba

“No, she’s not mine.” Trev waved a hand. “There’s no reason to mince words here. It’s better to know we’re not compatible now instead of finding out later.”

“Yeah, I doubt this’ll work. It was nice to meet you, Trev.”

That was it? What a waste of time.

Trev snorted and stood when she did. “You’re a bit of a brat, Kate. Brats aren’t my thing, but you seem like a nice girl. Good luck finding someone ballsy enough to take you on.”