Bella went to the hotel bar, not knowing where else to go. She found a tiny table in the far corner and ordered a glass of wine. What the fuck?! she thought. Dominant? Submissive? She laughed derisively. Bella Grant, submissive? Please! How could she have gotten in over her head so fast? She was supposed to be working. She should never have slept with him.
Youve always been stupid, gloated Reason in her fathers harsh voice. Now look what youve gotten yourself into.
Whats the big fat hairy deal? demanded her cheeky self. Try something new, for fucks sake!
She sipped her wine and thought back on conversations she and Luke had had, the things theyd talked about. There was that time when hed asked if she ever thought about letting go of control. He hadnt lied to her, not exactly. But this? What did you even call it?