Why me?
It had been a couple weeks since I’d gotten out of the hospital and I missed Guff. I’d just finished an assignment where I’d had to find dirt on a lawyer who was a leather daddy and apparently liked to stalk would-be subs who’d told him “no” and make their lives a living hell. I’d posed as a wannabe sub desperate for his attentions at his favorite b**m club. Just feeling his hands on my body had made me want to hurl. Tying him to his cross in his private dungeon and whipping him a time or two had made me feel better. Not so much him. He’d blubbered the entire time.
I was still wearing the skin-tight pants and a studded collar around my neck as I entered the lobby of my building. It was midnight, and the usual clueless security guard was on duty, so she didn’t even notice me walki
