I nod. “That makes sense.”
“That being said, I have no idea what Eve is thinking. Britney is never out of her little space with me. We marginally set her little aside when we have sex, but it’s subtle at best. Not everyone is the same, and it’s possible Eve is staring at new possibilities. The woman deserves to find a man who can be everything to her. Let her be little when she needs it but also step aside while she achieves world domination.”
I laugh. “I have no doubt she’s capable of that. She’s a force of nature at work.”
“I believe you. I’ve seen her come into the club from work. She’s a different person when she heads into the locker room to change. The girl who comes out hardly resembles the woman who goes in.”
I can totally picture what he’s describing. “I feel bad that I toyed with her today. She has made it clear that her adult persona doesn’t submit, and I blurred that line. She’s probably pissed.”
“I doubt it, but if she is, she’ll tell you, and you’ll deal.”
“I’m scared out of my mind about tomorrow night. I don’t care what she’s told me about how she doesn’t find her scenes sexual. I do. I find all of her sides sexual. It’s going to be very hard to stay out of her way and watch her submit to another man.”
Davis nods. “I understand, but you have to do it. At least this once. You can talk to her about how it made you feel afterward, but let her do her thing tomorrow. If she feels as much for you as you do for her, she won’t enjoy submitting to another man, especially if the lines between you two have blurred as much as you think.”
I play with a fry, dragging it through the catsup even though I have no intention of eating it. “I’m in way over my head.”
Davis leans forward. “You’re not. Take it one day at a time. One hour if you need to. Take your cues from Eve. All you can do is say and act on whatever feels natural to you and watch how she reacts. I know she has a prearranged scene with Owen tomorrow night, but keep in mind, she has told you that things with him are strictly platonic. Don’t doubt her or accuse her otherwise. Let her work this out in her own way. I’m confident you won’t be sorry.”
I lean back and stare at Davis before saying one more thing. “I kissed her.”
Davis gives me a slow smile. “I figured.”
“I don’t even know if I kissed her little or her adult. She doesn’t know either.”
“That’s okay. She’ll figure it out. You’ll figure it out together. It’s not like there are rules and you broke them. You make the rules. Both of you. Together. I get that she’d compartmentalized her two sides up until now, but maybe it’s time to break down that barrier and combine them.”
He might be right, but what if I’m doing irreparable damage to her? I’m not going to stick around to see this through. I’m messing with her life and it makes me fucking nervous.
Chapter 14
Evelyn
“I owe you an apology.” Those are the first words out of Colt’s mouth as I close the door to the SUV at six o’clock.
“Why?” I ask as I fasten my seatbelt. I can guess why but I don’t need him to apologize. We’re in uncharted territory, and we’re in it together. “Please don’t apologize for how you feel.”
He glances at me as he pulls away from the curb. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that this morning, nor should I have texted you while you were at work. It was inappropriate, and I’m sorry.”
I turn my head toward the passenger side window and stare out, seeing nothing. I’ve been in his presence for ten seconds, and already I’m under his thumb. I can’t stop it from happening. The man is dominant even when he doesn’t mean to be, and my submissive side has slid under his control even though I don’t want it to. Mostly because I’m not ready. I just stepped out of work. I’m in my professional body right now.
I can feel the power and authority radiating off him inside the SUV. Somehow he’s able to apologize from a position of authority that maintains his obvious domination over me while humbling me at the same time.
I’m shredded. I never ever leave my adult persona until I get home and change clothes. Never. But he undoes me in seconds. He would have even if he hadn’t spoken. “You shouldn’t apologize,” I murmur. “You weren’t wrong. I did lie and I did sass you.” I don’t turn my head toward him as I speak.
At the next intersection, he takes a right even though he should have gone straight. I glance at him and then back at the road as he pulls into a parking lot. He puts the car in park in a random spot. He twists his body to face me. He searches my eyes for several seconds. He’s breathing heavily.
I can’t keep from fidgeting at the intensity. We’re on a weird precipice here. I’m not sure how this is going to teeter, but it’s about to tip one way or the other. I’m not even sure which way I prefer. One is safer and will cause me less anxiety and prevent me from getting hurt in the long run. The other is dangerous territory that will probably break my heart and leave me curled up in a ball. The second option is more appealing though. The risk is attractive. He’s making me feel something I’ve never felt before.
The longer we sit in silence, the more nervous
