A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(21)

But she liked the angry guy with paint on his jeans. “I want him. At the very least I want to find him so I can apologize.”

And see if he might think about kissing her again. Probably not. She’d probably wrecked that, but she had to try. She couldn’t let it go. She would regret it, and she had more than enough to regret in this lifetime.

“Do you have any idea how to find him? You said he was a tourist, right?” Adam asked. “Did he tell you what hotel he was staying at?”

She thought about their lunchtime conversation. He was staying at a friend’s place in Chelsea. That wasn’t helpful. They had talked about all the places they wanted to see. He’d been a bit specific. “He’s going to the Tower of London with a friend of his tomorrow morning.”

He’d invited her along. At the time she’d wondered if it wasn’t one more way to get some mysterious something out of her. It had been an offer of friendship…maybe more.

Adam shoved the veggies into the trash.

“Hey, weren’t you going to use those?”

“I was,” he agreed as he washed his hands. “I was going to make a lovely pasta primavera the way my friend back home taught me. It’s one of Jake’s favorites, but he’s likely eating pie as we speak. Sweet, sweet, creamy pie. Yeah. He’ll likely steal my slice of pie, too, because he can be a greedy bastard. So he gets no dinner tonight.”

She was deeply confused about the whole pie thing. “I think he might get full if he eats too much pie.”

“Oh, he never gets enough of this pie. This is a forever pie. He’ll just keep eating on that pie as long as it takes. Fucker.” He gave her a brilliant smile. “But you and I are going shopping, and we’ll end our makeover session with a brilliant meal. I am going to prove to you just how gorgeous you can be. Come on, Avery. Do you trust me?”

He held a hand out.

New clothes? Maybe makeup? It wouldn’t mean a thing if she didn’t really want a new life.

“Yes. I will go with you.” She felt a smile steal over her face. Maybe Lee wouldn’t talk to her again, but the way he’d kissed her made her think he really was interested. It was crazy to think, but she had to give it a shot.

He was the most interesting thing that had happened to her in years. She’d made the decision when she’d taken the job with Thomas that she would try new things. At the time that had meant museums and tourist sights and job-related things.

But she wanted to try sex. Sex with a beautiful man who could make her feel again. It wouldn’t be forever. It wouldn’t even be for long, but just for a little while she could feel wanted and loved.

Just for a little while.

“I’m ready to go if you are, sweetheart. Let’s take the town.” Adam seemed ready to throw himself into a little fun.

And so was she. She’d screwed up royally, but she had a plan. She would face Lee, and she would know one way or another. No more hiding.

She was going to owe Adam. Maybe she would make him a pie. He seemed to really like pie.

She followed Adam out into the night, ready to start again.





Liam walked for hours, ignoring the impulse to go right back to Avery’s flat and get her on her knees at his feet, begging for his forgiveness. He would eventually give in, but not before she’d begged a little. Then he would show her just how forgiving he could be. He would start with a spanking. A sub should always be disciplined, but that wasn’t the point of this spanking. It would be to get her hot and needy. Only when she begged him would he break down and give her his cock, thrusting inside what had to be a tight, hot * and bringing them both some f*cking relief.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to do any of that.

After making certain he wasn’t being tailed, he made his way back to The Garden. He needed to file a report. What the f*ck would he write down? Caught subject before she caused a national incident. Forced subject to eat fish and chips. Nearly f*cked subject on the street. Yeah, that would go over really well. Ian would love that one.

Damon stood at the front desk, talking to a couple of men. A Dom and his male sub from the looks of it. The thinner man had a leash trailing from the collar around his throat. Damon nodded them in when he caught Liam’s eye. A broad grin bloomed over the bugger’s face, and Liam had the sudden revelation that Damon had been brought up to speed on everything that had gone on today. The tiny wire he’d been wearing had captured everything he and Avery had said, and he’d had backup on him at all times.

Fucking Alex, who probably couldn’t wait to tell everyone what had happened.

“I am in the presence of a real-life fancy man,” Damon said in that oh so upper-crust accent. “Is Ian not paying you enough?”

He gave the wanker his happy middle finger. “Fuck off. Where’s Eve?”

She was the only one who wouldn’t give him hell.

“Li,” Ian called out as he opened the door that led back to the locker room. “Nice to see you’ve decided to join us. I was worried for a minute that you had found another career. How’s tricks?”

“Fuck you, too, Ian.” He’d screwed up. He wasn’t sure how because she’d seemed so happy right up until he’d tried to get an invitation inside. He’d been so sure she was wriggling on his hook and he could reel her in.