My job is to find out.
My mind is still reeling from today’s pile of information. First, the shock of hearing Davis’s name whispered from the lips of my suspected next victim. The coincidence still makes me shudder. I have done as much research on Surrender as I can, but it’s a private club. Not much information is publicly available. That’s why I called Davis.
I’ve never been to a BDSM club, but I’m not judgmental. I don’t care a bit that Davis, and apparently Britney, belong to a fetish club. I don’t care that Evelyn Dean does either. However, if I’m going to go undercover inside the club to observe Evelyn’s interactions with the man she’s been dating, I need to fit in.
I sigh and run a hand down my face. I’ve done a lot of things to prepare for an undercover job, but posing as a Dom has never been one of them.
Perhaps Davis isn’t just a Dom. Evelyn called him a Daddy. I have no idea if she used the word as a simple term of endearment or if Davis is specifically the sort of Dom who takes on a Daddy role.
Before calling him, I did a bit of research on that topic too. Interesting kink. When I think back to his interactions with Britney, I can see where he might be a Dom. I can picture Britney as submissive. But is he her Daddy? And what the hell does that exactly mean?
Chapter 2
Evelyn
“What do you think?” I ask Leah as I spin around in a circle, admiring my newest dress in the full-length mirror behind my closet door. I’m grinning, so it’s not like Leah has the option of telling me she hates it. Then again, this is Leah I’m talking about. She may be submissive, but she’s not a little and refuses to even consider dabbling in that side of the fetish world no matter how many times I try to talk her into it.
Leah rolls her eyes and flops back onto my bed dramatically, her long brown curls fanning out all over the comforter. “No matter how many times you ask me how cute I think you are in your idea of fetish attire, you’re not going to get me to understand the appeal of being a little, Eve,” she teases as she rolls onto her side and props her cheek on one palm.
She glances up and down my body. “It’s so short.”
“It’s supposed to be short.” I flatten down the front of the lavender dress that got delivered earlier today. It fits perfectly. Exactly what I’d hoped for. It looks like it belongs on someone who’s about four, but sized for my thirty-year-old self. I trail my hands over the smocking across my chest and then the low-cut rounded neckline. The sleeves are puffed at my shoulders with elastic around my biceps. It spreads out full below the smocking, which means no one who hasn’t seen me naked could discern what my body shape is underneath. And the best part, it flares out when I spin.
“It barely covers your ass, Eve. And not at all if you keep spinning around like that. Plus, you’re going to get dizzy.”
I tip my head to one side, plant my hands on my hips, and glare at her in fun. “Because that black skirt you wore last week at Surrender was so much longer.”
She chuckles. “Okay, probably not, but that’s different. I love that skirt. It’s skin-tight. It makes me feel sexy, especially when I pair it with the red corset—the one that pushes my boobs up, making it look like I actually have boobs.”
I shake my head. “You have more boobs than me.”
“Seriously, Eve. You’re not going to convince me of that. And why are we arguing about boob size?”
“We’re not.” I spin back around and look in the mirror again. “And it doesn’t matter if you like this dress or not. I like it, and I can’t wait to entice Owen to spank me in it.”
When Leah doesn’t respond, I glance over at her to find her picking on an imaginary piece of lint on my bed.
“What?” I’ve gotten the impression more than once that Leah isn’t super fond of Owen.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. The guy gives me a strange vibe is all.”
“Well, he’s been nothing but polite, and he’s got a pretty strong Daddy tendency. It’s been forever since I’ve played with a steady Daddy. Let me have some fun.”
“Okay, but please don’t go to his house or anything. Not alone. Not yet. Give it a bit more time.”
I sigh. “I haven’t been to his house yet. I promise.” I have met him in public for coffee and twice for dinner, but Leah knows that.
“Worse, you’ve been to his bar. The place he works. Just…be careful.”
I leap over toward the bed and jump onto it, making the mattress bounce next to her. “Maybe you’re jealous.”
She chuckles. “Of what?”
“Because I have a regular partner at the club finally. It’s been a while since I had a Daddy I could count on.” I shrug.
She laughs again. “I don’t want a relationship with a Daddy, so no. Not jealous. Concerned.”
I lift up the hem of my new dress. “We’re not all that different, you know. We both like short skirts. I just like mine looser.” I giggle.
She rolls her eyes and heaves herself off my bed. “Sure. Almost twins.” She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Gotta go. I’ll see you Friday night?”
“Yep. I’ll be the naughty toddler getting spanked.”
She groans with a smile. “You can get spanked without having a fake tantrum, you know. All you have to do is ask any Dom in the club.”
I give an exaggerated pout. “What’s the fun in that?” I shove off the bed and walk Leah to the door, seeing her out before returning to