I’m not sure what that means in this context. Be careful because I may drown? Be careful I may get sick? Be careful, because once you become a part of the world it becomes a part of you, too?
That’s what I thought. Don’t worry about the labels. I’m your guide, your leader on this journey. Are you okay with that?How do we begin? My voice is shaky, but at least I’m able to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous and domineering man before me.
We would meet weekly at a time and place I choose. I would issue you a challenge. As I get to know you and see how you react to me, I will know which things you need help with. My tutoring would center on those issues. You have to give yourself to me fully and trust in this process for it to work. For you, it would likely be self-confidence, the art of seduction, and as you’ve indicated, sexual awareness.Everything he’s just described is exactly what I want, what I crave. There’s only one thing that’s bugging me… You don’t really expect me to call you Dom, do you?He watches me curiously. I do.
I’m desperate to know his name, and I don’t even know why. Maybe because this isn’t some game to me. This is my life. And if I’m trusting this stranger with my body—and my head—I want to know more about who he is.You already know my name. Why can’t you just tell me your first name?
He lets out a heavy sigh, and I can tell there’s something he dislikes about me questioning him. I’ve had two unfortunate incidents of women falling for me and trying to track me down in my personal life. My first name is uncommon, and because of what’s happened in the past, I can’t risk it. Or rather, I won’t. So it’s Dom or nothing. Your call.
No. His tone is firm, and even though I don’t know if I should, I believe him.I know you don’t think it has anything to do with Penn. Maybe it doesn’t, I said. But I’d feel better if we warned Mason. Maybe even Brock.
He sat up, pulling me into a sitting position along with him. And it would make you feel better to . . . warn them?Brushing the hair out of my face, I nodded. It would.
Okay. He smacked his hands down on his knees. We can do it tomorrow at school. I can get Mason at—I jumped at the sudden shrill ringing of the house phone traveling from the kitchen. Jensen groaned. It’s probably someone from one of the news stations.