“You are such a bastard,” she smoldered, then she turned to me. “He may be cute, honey, but soon as you see his darker side, you’ll turn your tail and run.”
“I think I already have…seen his darker side,” I replied.
“And you’re still around?” she came back snidely. “Then you must be a masochist.”
I tried very hard not to blush. I certainly didn’t want to look Patrick in the face, I’d be sure to give myself away. On the one side I hated the implications inherent in the woman’s complaint, on the other side, I was being the dutifully obedient subbie that night, as I always was in Patrick’s company. I didn’t have a problem with that, but I did have a problem with Ms. b***h-on-wheels spouting her opinions as if anyone cared. I think I cared, and cared too much, the way the nervous lump in my
