Conquering Jude by Dakota Trace Read Free Book Online

you’re trying my patience. Patience I don’t have today. Have Jackson stop by around three.”
    “Why? I’m here. I can take care of it…”
    Her voice was firm. “No, you can’t. I’m the client, and if I say I want Jackson to handle this, he will. Unlike you, Jackson has experience in the BDSM world and I don’t have to worry about him interfering in things better left alone. Good-bye.”
    Panic soared through him. “Wait! Tell me what I need to do to get your ban lifted!”
    There was a long silence. “Embrace your submissiveness.”
    “But I’m not submissive.” The response was automatic - even though he wasn’t sure if it was entirely true anymore.
    “Then the ban remains, pet.” Her voice was resigned as if she had given up on him. Another click followed.
    This time Jude didn’t redial. He gave the phone back to Carlos before returning to his truck. The resignation in Olivia’s tone had made him suddenly realize he didn’t want her giving up on him.

Chapter Three
    Olivia looked up from the paperwork on her desk as Jackson Levough entered her office with nary a knock or even a request.
    “Jackson.”
    The tall, lean blond stalked towards her. His expression was cold. “What the hell is going on? I trusted you with my best friend. You were supposed to help him. Instead I find out that you’ve banned him from Olivia’s. Consequently I’m now dealing with a break-in that in all rights should be on Jude’s plate, not mine!”
    The sub at Olivia’s feet stilled. Glancing down at Micah, she gave him a smile. “Slave, go get yourself something to eat from the bar. I need to talk to Master Jackson for a moment. I’ll call Jolene when you can come back and finish my foot rub.”
    He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” Lumbering to his feet, Micah rushed past Jackson totally unconcerned with his nearly nude body. Other than the collar around his throat and the leather thong covering his equipment, he was bare.
    As soon as he shut the door behind him, Olivia focused on Jackson. “Sit.” Her order was met with a stiffening of his shoulders. She counted mentally to three before tacking on a soft, “please.”
    With a growl, he tossed himself into the chair across from her. “What the hell is going on, Olivia?”
    “There was a minor break-in this morning. It’s nothing to really be concerned about. The sound of the alarm scared the man off. The best I can figure, it was either a homeless person looking for some place warm to sleep, or a vagrant looking for a free meal.”
    He arched a brow. “Really? You honestly expect me to believe that a man wearing a Brooks Brothers suit to be a vagrant? I’ve seen the footage, Olivia. The man was after something specific.”
    “Well he didn’t find it.” Olivia could feel the tension building behind her eyes. Now she doubted her decision about forcing Jackson deal to with the break-in instead of Jude. With Jude I could’ve pulled out my Domme voice and he’d have backed down. Jackson is immune to it. The little bastard knows me from a totally different lifetime and isn’t above using it. Damn.
    “I’m going to put Olivia’s under surveillance twenty-four/seven for the next couple of days. If nothing else happens I’ll buy the random stranger thing.” He leaned forward and propped himself on the edge of desk. “If there’s even one whisper of unease or one thing out of the norm, I’m assigning a permanent security guard until we catch whoever it is who’s after you, Baroness.”
    Olivia stiffened. “How dare you use that against me?”
    Jackson’s teeth gleamed in the dim light. “I dare many things, Olivia. Uncle Claude may be gone and you may not be acknowledged by the family as the baroness, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still carry the title.”
    “I refused the title, you ass. I gave it back to that bitch of a mother-in-law before I left Northern Ireland.”
    A confused look crossed his face. “I should’ve heard about it,