Bound in Blue by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online Page B

I’m still hoping to speak to the woman again, because I
think she might be convinced. She’s talented, real Cirque
material.
    Also, I may have accidentally done a BDSM
scene with her and fucked her to pieces. Do you think this will be
a problem?
     
    He deleted the last part and sent it, and
then collapsed on the bed. At some point, he drifted off, because
he woke to a tapping on the door.
    He flew to unlock it, his fingers fumbling
with the unfamiliar deadbolt. Please be Sara. “Hold on a
second,” he said. “Don’t go.”
    He glanced at the clock. It was almost two in
the morning. He opened the door and there she was, his beautiful
slave girl. His trapezist with the eternal eyes, now red from
crying. He almost kissed her, almost pulled her into a crushing
hug, but then he remembered he had to work with her now.
Professionally.
    “Thank God you’re here,” he said instead,
drawing her inside. “Thank God you came.” Then, “Does he know
you’re here?”
    Her face crumpled and she covered her eyes.
“No. And I don’t know if I should be here.”
    “It’s okay, Sara,” Jason said, pushing her
hair back from her face. “It’s really okay.”
    “Last night...when me and you...” She cried
harder. “I didn’t know you were here to see the act, and to offer
us the job. When I saw you backstage, I felt so embarrassed. I’m
sorry I went with you last night. That I slept with you and left
you.”
    She shrank away from him every time he
reached out, or he would have taken her in his arms. “Please stop
apologizing,” he said. “I wish you weren’t in a relationship, but I
wouldn’t give last night back for anything. Really, there are no
hard feelings. I’m more worried about you and your lover. What will
he do if he finds out about…you and me?”
    She sniffled and swiped at her cheeks. “My
lover?”
    “Your partner? What’s his name?” He made a
pitiful stab at the conglomeration of syllables, but Sara cut him
off before he could finish.
    “Baat? Baat isn’t my lover.” She made a
disgusted sound. “He’s just my trapeze partner. We’ve known each
other a long time, and we live together to save money. So he’ll
know if I leave and he’ll try to stop me. I only need to get there,
you see? And then he’ll probably come.”
    Now it was Jason shaking his head in
confusion. “What? Get where?”
    “To Paris,” she cried. “To Cirque du Monde.
Baat won’t come, but I want to go.” Her voice shook with emotion,
or perhaps fear. “Is it possible for me to come without him? Do you
still want me after…after what went on last night?”
    Jason fell silent, confused by the idea of
how he could possibly not want her. Especially now that he really
couldn’t have her again.
    “The past is the past,” he made himself say.
“See, if you’d only let me finish when I started to tell you where
I worked.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize again. I mean it. Let’s
start over, okay? So, you want to come to Paris?”
    “Yes! If I go, perhaps he’ll come too.
Otherwise we’ll both stay here forever, and this isn’t the life I
want.”
    Her gaze pleaded with him to understand, but
he understood completely. She’d learned flawless English. She’d
taken a job at a sex club to raise extra money. She’d had a plan to
escape her current situation, and thank God, he could help her with
that.
    “I have the money you gave me,” she said,
reaching in her bag. “And my passport. Is it enough to get there? I
can pay the rest back later, out of my earnings.”
    Jason tucked the currency back in her bag,
and trapped her shaking hand. “Cirque du Monde will pay for
everything. They’ll handle the visas and work permits, all that. If
you’re anxious to go, we can swing by your place and get your
things, and leave as soon as tomorrow.”
    She shook her head, bursting into tears
again. “No, see? We can’t get my things. Baat won’t let me go. I
had to sneak away.”
    Jason stared at her.