Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“I remember when he was all uptight and grumpy.” Serena Dean-Miles took a seat. She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit complete with pigtails and Mary Janes. “Hey, Ka… I mean, hi, Sir. We’re calling him Sir tonight, right?”
“He’s undercover, though I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if I thought he was in real jeopardy,” Taggart explained, his hand on his wife’s knee. “Every single person in this club knows the rules. No one is going to talk to the press because they know they would have to deal with me. And Mitch. He’s a bloodsucking lawyer. He’s like a giant tick. Once he settles in, it’s really hard to get him out. Ask Laurel. One unplanned pregnancy and she’s saddled with the man for life.”
Charlotte shook her head. “Don’t believe him. They’re incredibly happy. And now Serena and I are going to help the Mistress set up for her demo. I’ve heard Harrison nearly had a heart attack when he found out a Domme was going to be doing a ropes demo tonight. He had a rough case this week and he’s sure he can avoid the heart attack he sees coming his way if he can get in a good, long session.”
“Harrison Keen? The attorney?” He’d met the man briefly when he’d been at Sanctum the year before. Keen had been on the board of a charity Kash funded. Harrison Keen was an all-American man who commanded attention when he walked in a room. “He’s going to help this Mistress with her demonstrations?”
Taggart laughed, the sound booming through the lounge. “No. He’s going to beg the woman to tie him up and beat his ass red. Keen’s a big old bottom. Oh, don’t get me wrong. He’s the alpha male in the courtroom, but when he’s in the dungeon, that man is all about kissing some dainty Domme feet.”
“We talking about Keen or Milo?” a new voice asked. Adam Miles strode up. He was dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, his hair slicked back and a briefcase in his hand.
“Keen,” Tag replied as his wife stood up. “Milo’s lost his damn mind. I swear, the nerds are taking over. Between Milo’s dragons and Phoebe and Jesse’s weird wand fetish, it’s getting sketchy around here. Now Adam’s come dressed as Simon. It’s a crazy fucking world, man. You know it’s not normal for your wife’s fantasy guy to be another team member, right?”
Miles shot Tag his middle finger. “Fuck you. Si doesn’t have a copyright on three-piece suits. I’m not dressed as him. I’m a professor and that’s one naughty schoolgirl.”
Serena stood and cuddled up against her husband. “You know I am, professor. Very naughty. I didn’t do my homework. I suppose someone’s going to have to punish me.”
“I think we can work something out, you bad, bad girl. Look at that pout.” Adam growled down at his wife and then his entire demeanor changed. “Hey, babe, don’t let me forget. We’re out of wipes. Jake used nearly a whole box yesterday.”
Serena nodded. “We’re calling it the Great Poop Incident. I’ve never seen a baby poop so much. Jake was overwhelmed. We can steal a box from the nursery when we pick up the kids.”
“I heard that,” Taggart said with a frown.
Serena shook her head. “Nope, Axl Rose is an outlaw. He would totally agree with my decision to move to a life of baby wipe thievery.” She looked back up at her husband. “I’ll see you later, professor. I’ll try to stay out of trouble, but you know how naughty I can be.”
Miles smacked his wife’s backside, eliciting a squeal from her. “I’ve got a paddle with your name on it. Now go and do what you need to do. Jake’ll be up in a bit and then you’ll have to deal with two angry professors.”
Charlotte kissed her husband and the two subs were off to help set up the scene.
Miles sank into the chair opposite Taggart. “I sent you the report on the masked one’s latest threat.”
Kash sat down with the two men. “What do you mean latest threat?”
Taggart had his phone out, pulling up files. “You ran down where they would have gotten the poison?”
“Of course,” Miles shot back. “I’m a genius.”
“What was the poison?” Kash asked. “It had to be fast acting. There are only a few poisons that could be used that would act so quickly. Was it cyanide?”
“It was a conotoxin,” Miles replied.
Taggart was shaking his head. “Dude, I am never going to Australia. Everything wants to kill you there. Even the flipping snails. I do not get it. Charlie wants to go for vacation, but I think it would be one long attempt at survival.”
“Snails?” He didn’t need Taggart’s sarcasm.
“There’s a marine snail, native to Australia,” Miles explained. “It’s called a cone snail and it’s one of the most venomous creatures on the planet. Unfortunately, Tag’s right about Australia. Everything wants to kill you there. Have you ever seen a real kangaroo? They can punch and shit, and they are not unfamiliar with fight club.”