Grace hung up the telephone and clutched it to her chest. Though she was nervous, she was additionally sure she was doing the appropriate factor. All she may do was hope that Alexander agreed.

***

Alexander pulled up in entrance of Grace’s home at six fifty-six. The porch mild was on, welcoming him, though sundown was nonetheless nearly an hour away. He took his time getting out of his automobile, though his leg wasn’t bothering him tonight, and made his manner up the walkway. It had been nearly forty-eight hours since he’d watched Grace scurry out of Serpent’s Kiss. To say he was anxious to listen to what she needed to say was an enormous understatement.

He rang the doorbell and inside seconds she was there, framed within the doorway. She appeared small and not sure of herself. Over the past month he’d seen her start to come back out of her shell, a few of her shyness melting away. Nonetheless, the extra lighthearted Grace he’d gotten to know was nowhere to be seen.

“Good night, Grace.”

“Hello.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and took a step again, inviting him inside. “Dinner’s nearly prepared.”

Alexander stood off to the aspect as she closed and locked the door, earlier than following her into the kitchen. This was her present, and as tempting because it was for him to demand solutions, he was going to attend her out.

She busied herself with ending dinner however from time to time he caught her capturing glances in his path. When she lastly did be a part of him on the desk, she stored her gaze on her plate. She didn’t make a transfer to start out consuming, so neither did he.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she requested in a shaky voice.

“I’m.” He paused earlier than reaching for the serving spoon she’d positioned on the desk and handing it to her.

“I’m undecided if I can eat.”

He didn’t budge. “You invited me to dinner.”

There was a second’s hesitation earlier than she took the spoon and scooped a few of the casserole onto her plate. He waited till she was accomplished earlier than getting his. The meal was awkward. She picked at her meals greater than she ate it. The temptation to order her to eat was robust, however he bit again the urge.

Her fork slipping from her fingers and clattering onto her plate drew his consideration.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Alexander wiped his mouth along with his serviette and positioned it subsequent to his plate earlier than talking. “What are you sorry for?”

She launched a loud breath and for a second he thought possibly she was crying, however then she appeared as much as meet his gaze. “I instructed you I wasn’t prepared, after which I went to the membership.”

He waited for her to proceed.

“I didn’t lie. I nonetheless wasn’t certain I used to be prepared, however…” She appeared down at her lap. “I instructed you about Kurt’s letter. About how he needs me to maneuver on.” When he didn’t reply, she glanced up. “You’ve most likely guessed that Kurt and I… we… he was my Grasp.”

Alexander had suspected as a lot after seeing the necklace she wore the primary time they met, however listening to her say it out loud had him placing what she hadn’t stated into perspective. “When he stated he wished you to maneuver on, he didn’t simply imply so that you can begin courting once more, did he?”

She shook her head. “No.”

It made sense. Kurt would need his sub’s must be taken care of. “So that you had been at Serpent’s Kiss to discover a Dom.”

“Sure.”

He was nonetheless digesting this new data when she slid to the ground, kneeling subsequent to his chair. She positioned her fingers on her thighs, palms up. He knew that pose. Knew what it meant.

Putting a finger below her chin, Alexander made her take a look at him. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her to clarify herself.

“I would really like so that you can be my Dom, Sir.” Her gaze didn’t waver.

Because the moments ticked by, Alexander couldn’t resist the chance to tease her. “How have you learnt I’m a Dom? Perhaps I’m a submissive.”

Grace’s eyes widened for a second earlier than the look of panic in them light. “I don’t assume so, Sir.”

“Why’s that?”

She took her time serious about her reply. “I assume it’s loads of issues. The way in which you carry your self. The way in which you’ve sorted me, even while you didn’t should.”

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