Slave To Love by Bridget Midway Read Free Book Online

while she continued listing why it would be a bad idea for Taren to do this show.
    Dori said, “It’ll do a number on your head and your heart.” She sighed. “You were so close to having a great relationship with that dentist Mark and I paired you up with. Go for a nice guy like that. Be normal.”
    “I don’t want to date a dentist.” Taren had no interest in being what people thought she should be. Maybe she could do this show in the place of Dori this time, both to pay her back and to satisfy her curiosity.
    “Why not? You never know. He could do all that freaky stuff that you claim you want.”
    “I do want it.” Taren crossed her arms over her chest. When she thought she came across as a petulant child, she relaxed her stance.
    “If you did, you would have done it by now. You would be strung up in someone’s dungeon.” Dori shook her head. “You’ve never been one to wait for something. Although you do seem a bit flighty.”
    Taren snickered. “I wish you would stop saying that.”
    “And I wish you would grow up and forget all this nonsense.” Dori huffed. “I’m starving still, and you’ve ruined our dinners.” She went to the bedroom and retrieved her shoes.
    With her out of the room, Taren glanced at the coffee table at Dori’s purse. She darted to it, removed her friend’s cell phone, and hid it under her butt when she sat back down.
    “I’m going to hit a burger joint.” Dori picked up her purse. “Come on with me.”
    “I’ll wait for you here. Get me a cheeseburger and fries.” She smiled.
    “So now you want to play a Dominatrix?” Dori gave her a sloppy curtsy. “Yes, milady.” She laughed as she walked out of the apartment.
    Taren didn’t even wait to hear Dori’s car starting. She unlocked her friend’s phone, knowing her password, the date Dori received Diego, and scrolled through her messages, hoping that Dori hadn’t deleted them all. No such luck. Dori had kept all her messages that had come from Taren, her husband and mother, but nothing from Ananda.
    Maybe Dori had been kidding about that, baiting her to see if she still wanted to be in that lifestyle. She tossed the phone on the counter and leaned her head back. At that moment, Dori’s phone chirped with a new message.
    Taren picked it up, expecting to see a message from Mark to her saying that he loved her and couldn’t wait for her to get home. Instead she saw something that made her spring out of her chair again.
    Please, can we talk? I will make this experience worth your while. A.M.
    Taren assumed “A.M.” stood for Ananda Morton. She took that chance and texted the stranger back. What is there to talk about?
    She waited for a response. She tried keeping the message cryptic enough so that when this A.M. person responded, she would know the identity of the person.
    Can I call?
    The question nearly had Taren dropping the phone to the floor. She quickly responded. No.
    OK. I still want you to be a part of the new show. You’ll be protected. Let’s discuss.
    Taren’s heart pounded so hard, her inner ears throbbed. With shaky hands, she texted her back. Meet me for lunch tomorrow at that Mexican restaurant, Juan Pepe’s.
    She kicked herself when she realized that a big producer like her may not still live in Virginia Beach. She probably had no idea of the restaurant.
    The one off Laskin Road? I’ll be there at eleven.
    Taren pumped her fist. She texted her back confirmation of their meeting. She erased the conversation and put the phone back on the table. She had her way in to the BDSM world. She would meet Ananda without Dori knowing. The plan couldn’t fail.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Jace Morton paced in the cramped trailer that sat in the middle of a construction site. He didn’t mind getting out of his stuffy office. He wanted the experience to be a good one and not one where he had to put out fires.
    As he held his cell phone to his ear, he thought he would push the device through his