Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Butterflies were having an all-out war in Tiffany’s stomach as she glanced around the bathroom, looking for something else she could do to delay walking into the bedroom she’d been sharing with Sir for the past few weeks.
It’d been a long day, especially since she’d blurted out, “I love you,” to Cordell.
She’d dreamed of saying those words to him one day, and having him say them back, but had known since their initial introduction that love was not something that would be part of their relationship.
At least, not the “in love” type. Even though they’d recently updated their contract to include sex, it still had an unspecified end date.
When Sir thought Tiffany was ready to have a healthy relationship with a man, he’d help her find the perfect Dom.
The only problem with that was Cordell was the perfect Dom—at least in her eyes—and the one she wanted.
She’d fallen for him months ago but had managed to keep her feelings to herself, knowing they wouldn’t be reciprocated.
Those feelings had grown even deeper when intimacy had been added to the mix.
Making love—no, she couldn’t use that phrase—having sex with Sir was amazing, but it also meant her heart was going to be not only broken but shattered when he decided it was time for her to move on.
Tiffany had felt him stiffen when she’d told him she loved him earlier at the restaurant, and she’d been terrified, thinking he would end their contract immediately.
The relief she’d felt when he’d said he understood the words hadn’t been a declaration of love, only that she’d been happy about being offered the assistant manager position, had lasted a mere few moments.
It was then she’d realized how badly she wanted to say those words to him for real and have him respond in kind—but, of course, that would never happen.
Tiffany was a project to Cordell and nothing more.
On more than one occasion, she’d overheard people talking at the lifestyle club they’d belonged to back in Las Vegas.
It was a place she’d only been able to go to because of her cousin’s fiancé, who’d paid the expensive membership for her.
According to several Doms and subs there, Master Cordell’s new submissive—Tiffany—was his current “project,” and he never developed a relationship beyond a D/s one with any of the female submissives he aided.
After Sir had helped her to her feet, and the next course had arrived, Tiffany hadn’t tasted a thing for the rest of their meal.
Thankfully, Dante had been there to fill in the silence.
By the time they’d finished all the course samplings, Tiffany had been grateful to see Sir smiling again.
On the drive home, he’d called Mitch and Ty and informed them, from his point of view, they’d found the resort’s head chef, which they’d been happy to hear.
When they’d arrived back at the small island, where the resort was being built, Sir and Dante had gone off to check on several things, with Cooper on his owner’s heels.
Tiffany had spent the rest of the day in the company of Eastwood.
Sir’s big, gray rescued cat had finally settled into the cottage they were staying in, which was about a football field away from the main resort.
Once again, he acted like he was the king of the castle, and Sir and Tiffany were his loyal subjects.
Depending on his mood at any given moment, they were either snubbed, frowned at because his water or food bowls hadn’t been filled to capacity, or lavished with attention only to be snubbed again moments later.
Since they’d eaten well earlier in the day, Tiffany hadn’t been hungry when Sir had offered to make omelets for dinner, so she’d declined and opted to take a bath instead.
If Sir had been disappointed she didn’t eat with him, he hadn’t shown it.
He also hadn’t joined her in their big Jacuzzi tub, but after she’d ruined their morning, she hadn’t really expected him to.
Now, after drying herself off with a towel, rubbing moisturizer all over her body, brushing her teeth, and then cleaning the tub, toilet, and sink, and reorganizing the cabinets, Tiffany had run out of things to do.
That meant she had to go get ready to turn in for the night.
Would Sir want to share the bed with her, like he had every night since they’d arrived on the island?
Or would he ask her to go sleep in the cottage’s spare bedroom?
A knock on the door had her nearly jumping out of her skin, and she barely held back a scream.
“Pet, are you almost done in there?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Coming.”
After taking a deep breath and a final glance in the mirror, Tiffany opened the door. Cordell was standing there, as handsome as ever, holding a clean T-shirt and a pair of lounge pants. She stepped past him, doing her best to not brush against any part of his sculpted body. “It’s all yours, Sir.”
Before she could put some distance between them, he reached up and cupped her cheek. “Are you okay, little one?”
She bit her tongue. Knowing how much he hated lies, she went with a half-truth. “Just tired, Sir.”
His astute gaze roamed her face, and Tiffany fought the urge to squirm under his scrutiny.
Finally, he nodded and released her. “Go to bed then. I’m going to shower and stay up for a bit.
There’s some paperwork I have to look through before sending it back to Mitch.
I’ll make sure I don’t disturb you when I come to bed. ”
Tiffany wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that he wouldn’t be joining her until after she had an opportunity to fall asleep. That is, if she could sleep at all after her screwup today.