Chapter Twelve
“Want another beer?” Thad had just ordered himself his third, the cool draughts going down easily at the end of the day.
Mike shrugged. “Think I’ve had enough.” He was nursing his second.
“Your new member behaving herself?” Thad asked. He’d been more than a little anxious about Gillian Brahms despite his trust of Mike Bellamy’s ability to instruct submissive women.
“She’s as untrustworthy as I expected her to be,” he answered, eyes smoldering as he thought of her, “as devious, as charming, as witty and in need of a paddle on her ass as any submissive we’ve had in years.”
“You’re sure you’re going to win this one over?”
“I have her won,” he said, smirking merrily. “I’m even screwing her on the side.”
“Really?” Thad was slightly shocked. “And she doesn’t know who you
