I said about Wallace.”
Sir stopped and turned to address him. “I’ll set up a meeting tomorrow. It will be a relief to Marquis, who has been pushing for it since Brie’s encounter with him at the Training Center. Personally, after yesterday’s trouble I need to tie up those loose ends. The beast alone is enough for me to deal with.”
“Good luck. Give me a call afterwards. In fact, why don’t you drop by, and you can practice some more?”
Brie’s eyes widened when Sir agreed. He was serious about learning the bullwhip! That could only mean one thing—he meant to use it on her. A cold chill ran through Brie, but there was an enticing shudder that accompanied it. The knowledge that she was his and that this was an area he was going to push her in was…exhilarating.
The Wolf Howls
T he meeting with Todd Wallace took place at The Haven. Faelan had refused to have it at the Training Center, stating that it should be on neutral ground.
Sir had been puzzled by his assertion that it was not neutral ground, but Brie understood. Both she and Faelan had been students at the Center. No matter how much experience they accumulated, they would always be pupils of the school.
The owner of the club had set aside a quiet room in the back for the meeting, away from the playful chaos. When they arrived, Sir turned to Brie. “At all times, be open and honest with him. If he sees the slightest hesitation, he will read it as you hiding your affections for him. Although Wallace is unusually talented, he remains emotionally stunted.”
‘The death of the young man in the car crash…” Brie said softly.
“Yes, it is the reason for his immaturity, but not an excuse to behave dishonorably.”
“I will remember that, Sir.”
“Look him in the eye.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tension filled the air, but it immediately dissipated the moment Sir touched her, just before he guided her into the room. “You are an exceptional person, Brie. Beyond being a submissive, beyond your film talent, you are a kind soul,” he said, brushing her cheek with his hand. “A true rarity.”
Brie pressed her cheek against his hand, closing her eyes in contentment. “You make me a better woman.” She opened her eyes and gazed into his. “I love you, Thane.”
He returned her smile. “I love you.” Sir kissed her then, their connection born of love and admiration.
When Brie entered the room, she knew with certainty that not only could she do this, but she could do it with the purity of love Tono had shown her. She noticed that there was only a single table with four chairs in the room. Faelan was seated directly in front of her, with Marquis Gray sitting on the right.
Faelan stared at her from across the room. Despite the situation and the people involved, she was irresistibly drawn to those deep blue eyes.
“Welcome,” Marquis Gray said, directing Brie to the chair across from Faelan, and Sir to the one directly opposite him.
They all sat down in uncomfortable silence. But Brie followed Sir’s orders and looked Faelan directly in the eye, despite her natural inclination to stare at her lap.
“Well, isn’t this quaint? It’s like I’m in jail. Here we have my lawyer, sitting next to me,” Faelan said, pointing to Marquis Gray, “and there, you have the warden.”
Brie smiled to herself at the comparison.
Marquis spoke up. “He has a few things to go over with you, Miss Bennett. Both Sir Davis and I will remain silent unless we can add clarification to the discussion.”
Faelan looked down at a piece of paper in front of him and snarled. “No!” He swept the paper aside. “I am not going down a list.” He stared at Brie. “You and I are going to have a genuine conversation, with no pretenses.”
Brie noticed that Marquis discreetly slid the paper back over to him.
“That’s acceptable to me, Mr. Wallace,” she replied.
“To begin with, you will not call me Mr. Wallace. That just sounds wrong.”
Brie looked in