Reveal Me, Sir
Laylah Roberts
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Laylah Roberts
Reveal Me, Sir
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
WildeSide
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
The Hunters
A Mate to Cherish
A Mate to Sacrifice
1
Trouble liked to follow her around.
And right now, trouble had taken the form of a six-foot-two Dom with dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. And he was sitting in her section. Again.
“You’re staring at him.”
She jumped with a gasp and turned to glare at Sophie. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”
Sophie just snorted.
“And I’m not staring, I’m watching.”
“There’s a difference?” Sophie asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.
Sophie could have graced the cover of any magazine, and they wouldn’t have to airbrush a thing. Standing next to her, Ria felt ordinary. And pudgy. She just couldn’t move those extra ten pounds she carried even if she starved herself.
“Yes, there is. Staring sounds rude. Watching means I’m simply paying attention.”
“Paying attention to what? He’s just sitting there, working on his computer.”
“Who works in a bar?” she asked.
“Maybe someone who likes to go play after he finishes work?”
Yeah. Well. That was a good point but she was still suspicious.
“Maybe. But why does he always choose my section to sit in?”
“Perhaps he likes you.”
It was Ria’s turn to snort. People didn’t like her.
There were waitresses who were prettier than she was. There were definitely waitresses who were nicer than she was. She wasn’t exactly known for her perky personality. Which meant she’d probably have made pretty crap tips if there weren’t weirdos out there who liked grouchy and blunt. Her section was usually the first to fill up each night. Some idiots thought she was a Domme. She had no desire to dominate anyone. But, whatever. She didn’t have to pretend to be nice and she was making more tips than any other waitress.
However, she was pretty sure Connor Jones wasn’t sitting in her section because he enjoyed her special brand of waitressing.
“I doubt it’s that. Come on, Sophie, don’t you think it’s weird that he was made a club Dom straight away?”
Club Dom’s weren’t just members. They had extra responsibilities, like monitoring scenes and teaching. The unattached subs could go to the club Doms if they had a problem or wanted help finding or vetting a play partner. He could also dish out punishment when needed.
“Ajax trusts him,” Sophie said confidently. And Sophie trusted Ajax, even though she probably wouldn’t admit to it. Or how attracted she was to him.
She studied him. He was dressed to blend in with an ugly, loose, gray shirt and dark jeans. He kept his shoulders slightly hunched, but his gaze was never still. He didn’t have the hard look of an undercover cop, but then she’d been fooled by one of them before, so she couldn’t rule it out. Private investigator? Her stomach danced with nerves.
Could Freddy have sent him? Possible but not very likely. Freddy’s crew were pure muscle. Testosterone-filled, macho men whose brains were mostly located in their dicks.
Connor wasn’t that. He had a leaner build. His slightly long, dark hair, which curled at the ends, could do with a cut. Hard to tell what he looked like under the scruff on his face. She liked a five o’clock shadow but anything beyond that just became a man-bib. She shuddered. Gross.
No, if Freddy had found her, he wouldn’t have sent this guy in. He’d come by force. The place would be filled with muscle. Freddy didn’t know how to do subtle. The ass.
God, she missed him.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn’t have anyone catching a hint of vulnerability. People exploited weaknesses, and Ria wasn’t going to be used ever again.
“He seems nice. Really quiet. Almost shy.” Sophie sounded a bit sorry for him. “Maybe he comes here to work because he’s lonely. Perhaps I should introduce him around, help him find a sub to play with.”
He didn’t really act like a Dom. She’d worked as a waitress at Indulgence for five months now, and the Doms here tended to roughly fall into three categories.
Newbie Doms. Generally hesitant and unsure. Although sometimes they went too far the other way and were filled with overconfidence and arrogance.
Jerk Doms. The ones who got off on being in charge but didn’t really care about those under their care. Luckily, they didn’t usually last long at Indulgence because Ajax and the club Doms didn’t put up with that shit.
Alpha Doms. These were the Doms that were the shit and they knew it, but they didn’t ram it down your throat. They knew what they were doing, they took charge without having to be a jerk about it and they genuinely cared about those under their care. These Doms wore their dominance like a cloak. They stood tall, their confidence out in full-force, and their protectiveness often over-the-top.
Ajax was one of them. He’d only been the manager here for a few months, and he was a huge step-up from the last dick, Je
remiah, who’d been a Jerk Dom.
“I don’t trust him,” Ria told her. “Stay away from him.”
“Ria—”
“Soph, my instincts are screaming that something is going on. Please.”
Sophie shot her a worried look then she patted her arm. “Okay, honey. I’ll be careful around him. You’re good at reading people. Wish you’d been my friend when I met Jerry. You’d have seen right through him.”
Ria wrapped her arm around her friend. “I wish I had been too.”
“I’ve made a new policy with men. No more big guys. Next time, I’m going for someone small and gentle.”
Ria didn’t bother telling her that small guys could be assholes too. Sophie knew that. She also didn’t point out that there were some big guys who were good, like Ajax.
“Ria, please don’t take offence, but I worry you’re becoming suspicious of everyone.”
Funny, she worried about Sophie for the opposite reason. Her friend was too trusting.
“My policy is everyone is a dick until proven otherwise,” Ria admitted. She didn’t think that was a bad way to be. Meant she wasn’t let down. It also meant she wouldn’t be taken advantage of again.
Sophie bit her lip and Ria knew she wanted to say something. “Spit it out, Soph.”
“I’m just worried that if you never trust anyone and let them in, you’re never going to find someone. It seems kind of a lonely way to live.”
Lonely was good. Lonely meant there was no one in her life to hurt her. And, truth was, she wasn’t looking for anyone to share her life with. She knew that was Sophie’s goal. Find a good man, apparently one who was short and skinny, and settle down.
“I won’t be lonely, because I’ll have you,” Ria told her. “You’ll find that perfect guy, have a bunch of little kids and I’ll be crazy Aunt Ria who buys them inappropriate toys and feeds them too much sugar then drops them home for you to deal with.”
Sophie rolled her eyes, but Ria could see the longing in her face. That was the life Sophie wanted. Despite everything, she still believed. She still wanted that happy ever after.
That kind of life wasn’t for Ria.
Connor made her nervous. She’d have to do her best to stay off his radar. Shouldn’t be too hard. He didn’t seem all that interested in engaging with anyone. Female or male.
As far as he knew she was just one of the waitresses. Not a sub. Not anyone of interest. Nothing to see here.
The little waitress was watching him again.
She had good instincts. When he wanted to, he could fade into the background. People didn’t tend to see him as a threat, and he used that to his advantage. Little did they know.
Boy, just because someone dresses poorly don’t make them a pauper. He smiled as he remembered his grandfather telling him that. He hadn’t understood it at the time. Couldn’t understand why someone with money would dress in rags, but he got it now.
He wondered if her wary nature was due to a guilty conscience. He’d run standard background checks on all the staff at Indulgence. There were seven waitresses and three bar staff on the books. Nothing had jumped out as suspicious in hers.
Connor deliberately didn’t look her way; he didn’t want her to know he was aware of her scrutiny.
She was beautiful. Lush and curvy, with wavy, dark-blonde hair that probably fell past her shoulders when it wasn’t pulled back into a hideous bun at the nape of her neck, a plump little mouth, and exotic hazel eyes.
When she walked into the room, she turned heads. She was completely out of his league. And she had trouble written all over her. It was an almost irresistible pull.
He really was a sucker for punishment. He glanced into the mirrors behind the bar, watching her with Sophie. They were a strange pair to be friends. Almost complete opposites. Yet he saw the way Ria watched over her friend.
Sophie moved away, walking over to a customer, and Ria glanced around the room. His glass had been empty for about ten minutes. A good waitress would have been back already to ask him if he wanted a refill.
Ria wasn’t a good waitress. From what he’d seen, she treated everyone with an equal dose of impatience and for some strange reason the people in the bar lapped it up.
“Ria!” Someone called out from behind him. “You gonna get me a refill or what?”
“Why don’t you get off your fat ass and get it yourself,” Ria yelled back.
He turned slightly to look at the man. He was skinny as a beanpole and laughing. He leaned over to say something to the woman next to him.
The other night, she’d told one of her customers that he should go crying back to his mama if he didn’t like the way his drink was mixed. Connor had tensed, expecting trouble. He’d been ready to go to her aid.
He hadn’t expected the man to laugh so hard tears dripped down his face.
Ria was known for her sarcasm and bad manners, and it had become a draw card. He wasn’t certain he liked it. If she were his, he’d put a stop to it. It was disrespectful. Which is what he intended to tell Ajax before he left. He guessed Roarke and Dylan had no idea what was going on; surely, they would have put a stop to it by now.
Indulgence was different from Roarke’s other clubs. Waco was a smaller town. The BDSM crowd wasn’t large and it would be hard to make much of a profit from a small membership. So, the bar at the front was open to the public. The dungeon beyond had a small bar area that members could use if they didn’t want to come out here.
As far as assignments went, this was a pretty tame one. Most people wouldn’t bother hiring an investigator for something this small, not when the cameras he’d secretly installed should catch the thief in the act. However, Roarke had had a lot of trouble with this club when the old manager had been in place. He’d only just cleaned this place up then this happened. Club Indulgence was fast becoming more trouble that it was worth. Roarke wanted this person caught quickly. Plus, Connor’s boss owed Roarke a big favor, so he’d given Connor to Roarke for a few weeks to make sure this was nipped in the bud.
Ria stomped over to the other table and practically slammed the drink down. “Here ya go.”
“About time.”
Connor turned and gave the man a glare. Bad manners were never acceptable. The other man ignored him. Connor was used to that. He made a note to find out his name. Perhaps it was time for him to be audited. Or have a few parking tickets turn up on his record.
Fun. He hadn’t messed around with anyone since the last time he’d fucked with Hunter. Not that his boss had found it that amusing.
Nope, the boss didn’t have much of a sense of humor unless he was the one pulling shit.
She approached his table. Finally. “Want another?”
He stared at her for a moment. She stared back at him for a good fifteen seconds before her gaze dropped. She’d lasted longer than he’d thought she would. Gratification filled him when he realized he’d been right.
She was a sub. He wondered why he hadn’t seen her in the club. She’d look gorgeous in a fiery red corset to match her personality. And finding a way to control all that sarcastic energy without losing her spark would be a challenge. He hadn’t had one of those in a long, long time.
That’s because you go for sweet, uncomplicated subs. Topping Ria, would be like trying to tame a volcano, never certain when an explosion was coming. He’d rather have solid earth under his feet. Wouldn’t he?
“Yes, I would. Thank you.”
She blinked. As though she wasn’t used to good manners. “Yeah, good.”
“Ria.” He reached out to lightly touch her arm, and she flinched.
He frowned. That seemed an overreaction.
“Don’t touch me.” She took a step back, her gaze wary.
Okay. What was that about? There was cautious and then there was jumpy.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You didn’t frighten me.” She raised her chin up. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He narrowed his g
aze. As a club Dom, she should be showing him respect. That tone didn’t have the slightest hint of respect. Before he could reprimand her, though, her attention shifted beyond him. He followed her gaze, stiffening as he saw Sophie being roughly grabbed by one of the men in the large crowd across the room. She tried to pull away, but the guy was big, and, obviously, a complete idiot as he tugged her close, toppling her into his lap.
He turned to tell Ria to stay put when he spotted a blonde whirlwind hurtle across the room.
Shit!
How had she moved without him seeing her? And what on Earth did she think she was doing? Besides him, there was another other club Dom in the room, as well as the bartender that the five-foot nothing spitfire could have called on to deal with that asshole and his buddies.
He’d never met anyone who needed a spanking a more and his hand itched to deliver it.
Ria stormed towards the group of dickheads. She didn’t know them. They’d never been in here before, but she’d only had to look at them to know they were going to be trouble. All in their early twenties, swaggering in like they owned the place, drinking too much.
What had Lenny been thinking, letting them in?
“Hey, asshole! Let her up. Now!” Ria demanded. She reached out to grab hold of Sophie, but the big jerk held her tighter. Sophie was pulling at his arm and she could see she was starting to panic.
“Fuck off!” he told her. “She’s down for a bit of a fun, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”
“Let me go!” Sophie said fearfully.
“Either you let her go or I’ll make sure your doctor thinks your balls are another set of tonsils,” Ria snarled at him.
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