Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A
Authors: Rachel Clark
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“Come here, Alicia,” he says as he tugs my hand to pull me onto his lap. “I shouldn’t have brought you. I’m sorry.”
“No,” I whisper quickly. “I want to be here for you.”
“Thank you,” he says as he closes his eyes and encourages me to lay my head on his shoulder. I relax against him, hoping that my presence is enough. After a few more minutes the man finishes talking to the police officers and joins us. He sits beside the woman in the middle, tucking her under his arm as the three men begin to talk.
“Are they going to arrest him?” Doug asks.
“They’re going to talk to him,” the man says, giving Doug a thoughtful look. “I was going to ask you to represent him, but it seems pretty clear that would be a bad move for both of you.”
“You think?” Doug asks sarcastically. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard Doug be anything other than polite and charming. This side of him is a little bit of a shock, and I find myself wondering why I’d forgotten the man was a whole person. For some reason in my head, despite the emotional experiences of the first day of our contract, he’s become a two-dimensional, larger-than-life Dom. When did I start thinking he had no feelings?
I want to smack myself upside the head. Hell, if Lachlan were here, I’d ask him to do it for me—figuratively speaking of course. He’s always been the one I can rely on to point out when I’m not seeing what’s right in front of me.
The familiar ringtone of my cell phone makes me jump in fright, and I wonder if I’m hearing things. It’s the one I assigned to Lachlan’s number. How the fuck did he know to call me exactly when I needed him? I lean back to look at Doug’s face. It seems to be the middle of the night, and I want to make sure it’s okay with my Dom before I answer it. I know enough about Dom-sub behavior to know that defying him in front of other Doms would be very embarrassing for him. Thankfully, Doug nods and helps to swing my bag off my shoulder so that I can grab my phone.
“Hi, Lach,” I say quietly into the phone. I’ve never liked hospitals, so the urge to speak in a low voice is probably suitable for the situation.
“Hi, baby. Are you with Doug?” I glance up at Doug, surprised not only by Lachlan’s greeting—he’s never called me “baby” before—but also by the question.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“His phone is going straight to the message bank. Can you put him on, please?”
“Ugh, sure.” I know they’re friends, but the timing feels so strange. What could Lachlan need to say to Doug that couldn’t wait until he called me later tonight?
“It’s Lachlan. He wants to speak with you,” I say to Doug. He nods, lifts me off his lap, and places me on the chair. He gives the other two men an apparently silent order, because they both nod, and then Doug walks away to get some privacy.
Stunned, and maybe a little bit hurt, I glance at the other two women in our little group. They both seem rather interested by what just happened, but since I don’t know the protocols between subs sitting in a hospital waiting room, I hesitate to start a conversation.
Thankfully, Doug is back quickly.
“Is he coming home early?” one of the men asks.
I’m surprised they know Lachlan at all—let alone the part where he’s been away for so long—but the urge to ask is quelled by the fingers resting at the back of my neck. Doug’s grip is not painful, barely even a touch, but it does remind me of my place.
Thankfully he leaves them there when he answers the question or I might have found myself in a whole heap of trouble.
“He’s booking his flight now. I suggest you keep him away from Robert.”
The other two men nod in agreement. I have no idea who Robert is, or why Lachlan—one of the calmest and most laid-back personalities I’ve ever known—would somehow be a threat to the man, but I’m beginning to grow angry. I want explanations. I want to understand.
I want to
“Come here, Alicia,” he says as he tugs my hand to pull me onto his lap. “I shouldn’t have brought you. I’m sorry.”
“No,” I whisper quickly. “I want to be here for you.”
“Thank you,” he says as he closes his eyes and encourages me to lay my head on his shoulder. I relax against him, hoping that my presence is enough. After a few more minutes the man finishes talking to the police officers and joins us. He sits beside the woman in the middle, tucking her under his arm as the three men begin to talk.
“Are they going to arrest him?” Doug asks.
“They’re going to talk to him,” the man says, giving Doug a thoughtful look. “I was going to ask you to represent him, but it seems pretty clear that would be a bad move for both of you.”
“You think?” Doug asks sarcastically. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard Doug be anything other than polite and charming. This side of him is a little bit of a shock, and I find myself wondering why I’d forgotten the man was a whole person. For some reason in my head, despite the emotional experiences of the first day of our contract, he’s become a two-dimensional, larger-than-life Dom. When did I start thinking he had no feelings?
I want to smack myself upside the head. Hell, if Lachlan were here, I’d ask him to do it for me—figuratively speaking of course. He’s always been the one I can rely on to point out when I’m not seeing what’s right in front of me.
The familiar ringtone of my cell phone makes me jump in fright, and I wonder if I’m hearing things. It’s the one I assigned to Lachlan’s number. How the fuck did he know to call me exactly when I needed him? I lean back to look at Doug’s face. It seems to be the middle of the night, and I want to make sure it’s okay with my Dom before I answer it. I know enough about Dom-sub behavior to know that defying him in front of other Doms would be very embarrassing for him. Thankfully, Doug nods and helps to swing my bag off my shoulder so that I can grab my phone.
“Hi, Lach,” I say quietly into the phone. I’ve never liked hospitals, so the urge to speak in a low voice is probably suitable for the situation.
“Hi, baby. Are you with Doug?” I glance up at Doug, surprised not only by Lachlan’s greeting—he’s never called me “baby” before—but also by the question.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“His phone is going straight to the message bank. Can you put him on, please?”
“Ugh, sure.” I know they’re friends, but the timing feels so strange. What could Lachlan need to say to Doug that couldn’t wait until he called me later tonight?
“It’s Lachlan. He wants to speak with you,” I say to Doug. He nods, lifts me off his lap, and places me on the chair. He gives the other two men an apparently silent order, because they both nod, and then Doug walks away to get some privacy.
Stunned, and maybe a little bit hurt, I glance at the other two women in our little group. They both seem rather interested by what just happened, but since I don’t know the protocols between subs sitting in a hospital waiting room, I hesitate to start a conversation.
Thankfully, Doug is back quickly.
“Is he coming home early?” one of the men asks.
I’m surprised they know Lachlan at all—let alone the part where he’s been away for so long—but the urge to ask is quelled by the fingers resting at the back of my neck. Doug’s grip is not painful, barely even a touch, but it does remind me of my place.
Thankfully he leaves them there when he answers the question or I might have found myself in a whole heap of trouble.
“He’s booking his flight now. I suggest you keep him away from Robert.”
The other two men nod in agreement. I have no idea who Robert is, or why Lachlan—one of the calmest and most laid-back personalities I’ve ever known—would somehow be a threat to the man, but I’m beginning to grow angry. I want explanations. I want to understand.
I want to
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