The Billionaires Sub by MS Parker Read Free Book Online

to keep them from getting expectations. I caught occasional glimpses of Juliette as she danced, and it was clear that she was pickier about her partners than I was. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was refusing anyone who wasn’t a Submissive. Not that there were many Doms who were attempting to cut in. It seemed that Cross had been right when he said my sister had a reputation.
    Almost as if thinking his name had drawn me, I found myself looking straight at him. He wasn’t dancing. He’d moved to the second floor and was standing on the balcony.
    Watching.
    Me.
    I turned my back on him and scanned the crowd for my sister. The pleasant haze that had come over me for the past few hours was gone and I was suddenly aware that my feet hurt, and I was thirsty. I couldn’t see Juliette, but I needed to get something to drink, so I excused myself and headed for the bar.
    I ordered some decent tequila and a water. I really wasn’t interested in a nasty hangover in the morning, but I needed something to finish taking the edge off. It’d been a weird night. I turned and leaned against the bar, watching the crowd as I waited for my drinks. When they came, I downed the shot first, letting it burn all the way down before drinking half a bottle of water. I set it back on the bar behind me and pushed myself up onto a barstool. My body needed a rest.
    For the next half hour, I fended off passes and offers while sipping my water. I had to admit, the people here were actually a lot more polite about rejection than some of the guys at clubs back home. Here, they just smiled and went to find someone else. I was sure every lifestyle had their assholes, but this place was either really lucky or they did a great job of crowd control, because everyone seemed to be having a good time and respecting everyone else.
    “There you are!” Juliette exclaimed breathlessly. “I’ve been looking for you.”
    “I needed a drink.” I gestured behind me.
    I started to ask her how much longer we planned to stay when I realized that she wasn’t alone. Behind her was a gorgeous specimen of a man with dark eyes and milk chocolate skin. He wasn’t outrageously dressed, and didn’t have a collar or anything like that, but it was clear he was submissive. Everything about him said that he wanted Juliette to be in charge of him, even if only for one night.
    “This is Sam,” she said. She grinned at me. “It’s been a hell of a week, and I’d love to blow off some steam.”
    “Go ahead,” I said.
    “Are you sure?” she asked. “I can just grab a room here and make it quick.”
    I knew she’d do that for me, but I could also tell that she needed the outlet. What happened last night with her car had been stressful enough. Add in bringing me here...I knew it’d been as stressful for her as it had been for me. I’d said I was okay with her lifestyle, but saying it in the comfort of an apartment, with just the two of us and the theory of things, was one thing. Being face-to-face with it was something else.
    “I’m sure.” I smiled to let her know I was okay. “Should I wait to go home?”
    She shook her head. “I never bring men back to the apartment. That’s a boyfriend step.” She glanced over her shoulder at Sam, then looked back at me. “There’s a hotel nearby that works with the club for people who want a little more than one of the play rooms.”
    “So I shouldn’t wait up then?” I teased.
    She rolled her eyes. “Are you okay getting a cab home?”
    I nodded. “It’s not a problem. I’ll probably hang out a bit longer and then head back.”
    She gave me a quick hug. “If you decide to go with someone, make sure you let him know you’re not into all this, and text me with his picture.”
    “Yes, Mom.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Go get your freak on.”
    She laughed as she turned back to Sam, and I ordered a second drink as I watched them walk away. Two was my limit before I’d actually get drunk,