Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(50)

He leaned over and touched her cheek. “I don’t think that at all. I think, as I said before, that you’re a woman who very much knows what she wants. You just haven’t known how to go about it, nor have you met the right man, a man who won’t have to take direction, hints or scripts.”

“Am I twisted?”

“No. You’re a woman most men would dream of having. Myself included. I spend a lot of time at The House, and part of it’s because I too am searching. For what, I’m not even sure, but I know it goes beyond the harmless games played behind closed doors. I don’t begrudge any of my patrons their sexual excesses. I’m very committed to giving them a safe environment in which to play out their wildest fantasies.”

“What do you want?” she asked softly.

He smiled and shook his head. “It would shock you.”

She raised a brow. “If having you watch while I sucked off another man didn’t shock me, I don’t see why anything you have to say should.”

He choked on his wine and pulled a napkin up to cover his mouth. It took her a minute to figure out he was laughing.

“You are so refreshing, Faith. I can’t seem to figure you out. You have the most feminine blush, yet you’re extremely blunt.”

“Well? Are you going to tell me what kind of woman you’re looking for?”

He studied her for a moment then laid the napkin back on the table. “You and my dream woman share a lot of qualities, I think. But I would take things further.”

She leaned forward. “Oh, now you have me intrigued.”

He smiled. “I want a woman who is completely submissive. I guess in some circles, she might be considered a slave.”

Faith’s eyes widened. “A slave?”

“I said in some circles,” he said dryly. “You see, people are too hung up on labels. I want a woman completely devoted to me and my needs. In return, I would take care of her and provide for her every need. But I would be in control.”

“But that’s what I want,” she said softly.

He nodded. “I know. Sad, isn’t it? Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren’t attracted to me.”

She started to protest, but he grinned. “C’mon, you know it’s true. Yes, you responded to my touch. But when Gray stepped in, well, it was another story entirely.”

There wasn’t much she could say to that.

“So, do you think based on what I’ve told you that I don’t have a chance with Gray? I mean it sounds like he’s just like you. He wants a submissive woman without the games, etc. How do I show him that I want the real thing too?”

Damon shook his head. “I don’t know what to tell you, Faith. It sounds to me like he’s fighting his attraction to you. Why, I don’t know. If you showed any interest in me, I’d have you collared and tied to my bed in two seconds flat.”

Heat buzzed up her spine and surged into her cheeks.

“Like that image, do you?” he teased.

“Asshole,” she muttered. “Damn, why do I have to be hung up on him? Why does he do it for me and no one else? Do you know since I’ve started pursuing this whole wanting a man to take care of me thing, that I’ve had more offers than I’ve ever gotten in my life?”

“Men love a submissive woman,” Damon said simply. “Even when they say they don’t. There’s something about a beautiful, soft woman looking to them to protect and take care of them that inspires a man to greatness.”

“It seems like there’s a lot of room to abuse that power, though,” she remarked.

Damon nodded. “That there is. If more men acted responsibly, then more women wouldn’t mind allowing them a lead role.”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you said that. That’s what I said! I told Gray that last week. That if more men didn’t abdicate their responsibility, women would be more willing to let them be the head of the house.”

Damon smiled at her, and again, she cursed the fact that Gray dominated her thoughts and desires. Here, again, was a man willing to show her the things she wanted. And again, she would walk away after spending so much time looking for such a man in the first place.

It was enough to make her howl in frustration.

“I need a vacation,” she said. “I need time to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life.”

He took her hand in his and rubbed his fingers over her palm. “I have a beach house. I could give you the key. You could spend a few days there, have some time to yourself. No one would bother you.”

She studied him, tempted to take him up on his offer. A few days away at the beach sounded like heaven. And it would prevent her from having to see Gray until she’d fortified herself.

“I’ll have my driver take you down in the Bentley,” he wheedled with a mischievous grin.

She laughed. “Okay, deal. Damon, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I have an ulterior motive.”

“Oh?”

He grinned. “Yeah, if things don’t work out between you and Gray, I’m hoping you’ll come to me.”

A warm shiver rolled over her arms as his fingers continued to stroke her palm.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. And she was serious. If she gave Damon half a chance, she might find that they were compatible.