Training the Dom Read Online Free

well. What was to say this wouldn’t either? I just had to have big enough proverbial balls to do it. I took another deep drink of coffee and waited for the pain to dissipate before I spoke again.
    “So what do you have in mind?”
    I don’t think I ever remember seeing Connie give me such a devilish grin before. I should have known enough to start worrying.
    * * * * *
     
    The phone had grown warm in my hands as I turned it over. I was supposed to have called Gareth twenty minutes earlier, but I still couldn’t figure out the right words to say to him. Sure, Connie and I had practiced the whole damn speech. I’d even gone over it again with Stephen when he got home from work. But that was a completely different thing from actually calling up Gareth and letting the words come out of my mouth.
    Basically, I was a big chicken shit.
    I hated being a chicken shit.
    Close your eyes and just do it.
    Yes, I actually closed my eyes when I pressed the speed dial for him. It was lame, but at this point I was willing to do anything to get through the call. I kept them closed too as the dial tone sounded three times, before he picked up.
    “Hey.” The sound of his deep voice always did strange things to my stomach. And my pussy. Not to mention the way my heartbeat doubled.
    God, I had it bad.
    “Hey.” I really wanted to giggle. I do that when I get nervous, but I knew I couldn’t. Not if I was going to make this believable. “So I wanted to ask you something.”
    “You’re late calling. Everything okay?”
    Shit. “Yes and no.”
    “That doesn’t sound good.” I could hear him shifting around, papers being rearranged. He was probably still at the university. “Did you want to meet for a coffee? Talk?”
    “No!” Oh, nice overreaction there, Lizzy. “I mean, you sound busy.”
    “Just grading midterms. I can duck out for a while.”
    “No, this isn’t a duck out conversation.” I closed my eyes again, enjoying the sudden lack of sight. “I was wondering if you are free this weekend?”
    He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I thought I might have lost him. But then I picked up his breathing—shallow—the sound of him swallowing, and I knew he realized how serious this request was.
    “All weekend?” He was trying to gauge my emotions. He’d slipped into that slightly detached tone of his he uses when we are doing a scene. Right now, the last thing I wanted was for him to slip into his Dom-space. I needed to talk to Gareth .
    I realized my speech wasn’t going to work. If I didn’t change tactics quickly, I’d lose him.
    “You make it sound like that would be a bad thing.”
    “Not at all—”
    “Because really I just wanted to, you know, hang out. It’s like we haven’t had a chance to do that in a while.”
    “Liz—”
    “Well, we don’t have to if you’re busy.”
    “ Liz. ”
    “Yes?”
    “I could use some time away from thinking about half-baked theories on the Importance of Being Earnest . Plus, I’m never too busy for you.”
    Oh. God, he can be so sweet sometimes. “I was thinking that maybe we could do something a bit different than coffee or…other stuff.”
    I smiled at the sound of his chuckle. “What do you have in mind?”
    “IKEA.” It was that or the hardware store, and I didn’t want to give him any ideas for new play equipment.
    “Is this about those bookshelves you mentioned?”
    “Connie threatened to kick me out of the apartment if I didn’t get my collection under control. She and Stephen are going to Collingwood this weekend so I thought it would be a good excuse to tidy up.”
    “And you need help?” He knew I was deflecting, but thankfully he didn’t call me on it.
    “I was looking more for company. But if the idea of coming to my rescue will get you to tag along then yes. Please, please, please, I need your help.”
    “Cheeky.”
    “I try.”
    I don’t know why I thought this was going to be hard. Despite my tendencies to freak out for no