I second the motion, Elizabeth said, to no one in particular.
And never any of the main characters. That would be much too depressing.There ought to be a romance, too. And danger. Danger was good.
Maybe a little of the exotic, but not too much. Sebastian suspected that most authors did not do their research properly. He‘d read a novel recently that took place in an Arabian harem. And while Seb definitely found the idea of a harem interesting——he couldn‘t imagine that the author had got any of the details right. He liked an adventure as best as the next man, but even he found it difficult to believe that the plucky English heroine managed to escape by hanging a snake out the window and sliding down to safety.To add insult to injury, the author had not even indicated what sort of snake she‘d used.
Really, he could do better.If he wrote a book, he would set it in England. There would be no snakes.
And the hero would not be some pissy little dandy, concerned only with the cut of his waistcoat.
If he wrote a book, the hero would damn well be heroic.She and I go way back, and I’m trying to figure out how she fits into my life here, if it all.
Chrissy lets herself in and sinks into the chair across from me. She and I have a long history, mostly just as friends, though there were a few times when she first began coming to the club that we shared more. Now she’s an employee, and call me old-fashioned, but I don’t fuck my employees. Chrissy’s a good girl, and we look out for each other.She used to be your submissive? she asks, a look of concern crossing her features.
No. We knew each other ages ago. She’s not into the lifestyle.Chrissy smiles at me warmly. She wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t interested.