Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 (15 page)

“Do you know what he served time for?”

Dave snorted. “You think I was born yesterday? I do. Damned idiot smacked his wife around and attacked a nurse. Some chippie got lucky and took him down before he could go full-tilt psycho.”

Nathan bit the inside of his mouth, holding back his reply on the man’s criticism of Jen.

Dave continued, “He’s full of piss and vinegar and annoyed as hell he got busted—I’m not sure if he really understands why it’s wrong to hit women, or he’s putting on a good face for his parole officer and the public. It’s hard to say whether the counseling took hold or not.”

“Do you think he’s got revenge on his mind?”

Dave nodded. “Sure. Like everyone else here. I can’t spit without hitting someone wanting to take a piece of out whoever ratted them out, didn’t put up the bail money, didn’t lie when they needed him or her to.” He eyed Nathan. “But, like I said before—I can’t say he’s broken any rules here.”

“But you don’t know what he’s doing when he goes out,” Nathan replied. “You’ve only got his word to go on. Where is he now?”

“He’s on his way back from an anger management support group. Anonymous, before you ask, so I can’t verify whether he went or not. All I got to go on is what he says, his word. In the end, that’s all we’ve got, no matter who you are.” Dave shrugged. “Show me Lucas Tanner breaking the law, and I’ll be the first one to kick his ass back behind bars. But the purpose of this house, of this sanctuary, is to give men like him a safe place to start again. He hasn’t done anything to warrant me calling the dogs on him.” He sighed. “And before you say another word, I want you to know I’ve turned men in. Caught them with drugs, knives and stolen goods in their rooms when they weren’t supposed to have any. Made the phone call and watched them bounce out that door and right back into jail, thrown away their best chance of making it out. But way more have used their time here to fix their lives and make a new world for themselves. You bring me evidence of him causing trouble, and I’ll throw him back into the pen.” He opened the desk drawer and plucked out a business card, which he slid over to Nathan. “In case you need to get hold of me.”

Nathan took the card and pocketed it. “Thank you for your time.”

Dave smiled. “Thank you for talking to me. Much rather do it here than later when things might be difficult.” He stood and offered his hand. “Glad there’s men like you out there willing to talk and listen before acting. We could use a bit more of that.”

Nathan returned the handshake. “Just doing what I have to do.”

I’ll do whatever I have to do.

Chapter Fourteen

Jen had slept. At least that was what her clock told her, the numbers changing every time she rolled over and looked at it.

She’d checked the locks three times before going to lie down. Her apartment seemed a bit smaller, the rooms closing in on her as she sat on her couch with a fresh cup of coffee, trying to both wake up and calm down.

She had to go to work.

She wouldn’t let fear rule her life. If it was Tanner or some other monster looking to hurt her or the ones she loved, she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of ruling her life.

It sounded great in her mind.

It didn’t stop her hands from trembling as she showered and dressed for work. Even a few jabs to her punching bag on her way out didn’t silence the demons muttering at the back of her mind.

* * * * *

The drive to the medical center was quiet like every night, with the majority of people already safely locked behind their doors. The evening shadows seemed to be longer and darker than she remembered. Each alley and street hid a multitude of sins and dangers.

She pulled into the parking lot and took the spot usually reserved for emergencies, pulling up as close to the door as she dared without scratching her bumper on the cement barrier.

Jen tried not to stare into the shadows as she walked to the office door, her car keys tightly clutched in her hand. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she mentally prepared for a fight, imagining her moves and counter-moves.

Nothing happened.

She walked into the lobby and saw the night guard behind his glass barrier, already working on a crossword puzzle.

My protector.

She chuckled and waved at the white-haired senior, who returned her attention with a smile and a nod.

The waiting room was empty.

“Hey.” Jen looked over to see Colleen already at the desk, flipping through some file folders left from the previous shift. “Looks like a quiet night. They didn’t leave us anything.” She covered her mouth as she yawned. “I can use one of those. Slept like crap today.”

“Me too.” Jen didn’t add she doubted it was for the same reasons.

Colleen cocked her head to one side and studied Jen. She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to talk.” Jen hung up her coat and went to her desk. She opened a drawer and dropped her purse in. “Who’s here?”

“Here in front? Only thee and me—April’s in the back doing inventory, and I don’t count Phil, there, who’s about to catch a nap.”

“It’s—” Jen paused, searching for the words.

“It’s Tanner, isn’t it?” Colleen said.

Jen nodded.

“Fuck.” Colleen shook her head. “I hoped that little bastard would have gone straight after this. What’s going on?”

“He attacked a—” Jen stopped in her tracks.

How do I explain this without telling her the full story?

About me, Charles, Nathan, Hooded Pleasures?

Jen bit down on her lower lip, waging the argument in her mind.

You have to start somewhere
, she told herself.
And if anything happens to Colleen, you’ll feel bad for not warning her.

“Okay.” She drew a deep breath and glanced at the empty lobby. “But you have to promise me this is between us, secrets, pinky swear, whatever you believe in.”

Colleen smirked. “Honey I doubt you’ve got anything I haven’t heard before.”

* * * * *

“Wow.” Colleen’s blank expression said it all. “Wow.”

Jen let out a sigh. Her boss/friend hadn’t been as worldly as she’d boldly proclaimed. She’d stopped Jen multiple times to ask for definitions and clarifications of certain terms and details.

“I mean wow in a cool way.” The blonde shook her head. “That’s awesome.”

Jen blinked. This wasn’t exactly the way she’d ever envisioned telling someone she was a Domme-for-hire.

Much less the reaction she’d expected.

“Does your club charge a lot for memberships? Do they have a newcomers program? Do they have special nights for same-sex—” Colleen pulled up, short of breath.

The eagerness in her voice had Jen laughing, the relief pushing her to a giggling fit as she imagined her boss at Boots ’n’ Chains.

“You’re not freaked?”

Now it was Colleen’s turn to laugh. “You don’t think I’ve seen some odd things working as a doctor? Let’s just say I’m experienced in dealing with certain injuries courtesy of working night shift in the emergency room. People tend to put things where they shouldn’t, or worse, think their bodies can bend in totally unnatural ways.” She smiled. “I’ve seen Suzanne checking out some of the racier books online. It might be fun, a change in our routine. Spark up our bedroom antics.”

The relief must have shown on Jen’s face, because Colleen pulled her into a tight hug. “Don’t worry. You’re still the crazy woman I love to work with. This is just another side of you, that’s all.” She gave Jen a flirty wink. “And I kinda like it.”

Jen couldn’t help chuckling. “I’ll get you an information packet. You can use me for a reference if you’d like to visit some night.”

“Can I watch you work with a submissive?” Colleen’s eyes lit up. “Observing as a medical professional, of course.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Of course,” Jen echoed with a grin.

“Okay.” Her boss’s face turned serious. “But that’s not the part we should be talking about right now. You think Lucas Tanner’s coming after you? And your clients?”

“I’ve had a flat tire. You got your side-view mirror broken. I’ve had my car keyed, and we had the bomb threat. That’s a whole lot of coincidences taking place in a short amount of time. The rest of the staff that were here with me are gone—he might be targeting me first. If he wanted to get to me, he could.” She gestured at the door. “It doesn’t take much effort to figure out where I live and work.”

Colleen nodded. “When we spoke before, I had a chat with April. Brought her up-to-date with the situation. The bomb threat was a good place to start. I briefed all the staff on the past happenings. I didn’t point the finger at Tanner but used him as an example. Everyone agreed to be more careful and alert.”

“Good,” Jen said.

“And I”—Colleen pointed at herself—“spoke to Suzanne and brought her up-to-date. She’s being careful, and so am I.” She paused. “But I remember the trial. It was something we talked about in the coffee room, followed the news coverage. And he was totally focused on you.”

Jen flashed back to the screaming man in the courtroom, the bailiffs dragging him out as he cursed her name.

“Yes. Which is why I think you two are safe, along with the other staff members. I’m the likely target.”

“Except he’s going through your clients first. Which puts Nathan in the target zone,” Colleen said.

Jen felt a warm surge through her body at the mention of his name, flashing back to the few hours she’d spent in his bed. Alone but not alone, her guardian keeping watch over her while she slept.

“He wants to take this on himself,” she said.

“Not surprising. But maybe not the best course of action. He might be a good cop. A great cop. But if someone’s going after the, ah, individuals who partake of your services it’s out of your hands.” Colleen sat back in her chair. “My suggestion is for you to wait for Wendy to get back to you on what’s happening. From what you’ve told me, she’s got better connections and options than any of us.” She shook her head. “Overall, this sucks.”

“True. I don’t like this.” Jen chewed on the end of her pen. “I don’t like not being in charge of my own life.”

Colleen laughed. “That’s the Domme talking.” She stood up and adjusted her lab coat. “Now you know how it feels to be a sub. Sucks, eh?”

Jen shook her head and rose as the tiny bell on the front door went off, signaling an incoming patient. “I don’t know how those men do it.”

Colleen patted her on the shoulder as they moved toward the desk. “Because they love and care for you. Even I can figure that much out.”

* * * * *

Nathan sat in the parking lot cradling the cup of coffee in both hands. He’d brought a full container with him in preparation for the night watch.

It hadn’t been hard following Jen from her apartment to her workplace. After loading up on coffee and snacks, he’d gone back to her building and waited.

Along with keeping an eye out for anyone else along the way.

Ethical? Maybe not.

Necessary? Definitely.

He’d considered hanging around the halfway house, wait for Tanner to show up and confront the man.

But after meeting Dave his plan had changed. Now his priority had to be Jen, had to be to protect her by any and all means possible.

If it was Tanner, he had ways of slipping in and out of the halfway house without getting caught. He’d be able to give Nathan the slip easily enough, and that would leave Jen wide open.

So this was the next best thing.

He sipped the strong black drink. After returning to his house, he’d caught a catnap and was now ready to stand guard all night if needed. Another night booked off, another sick day sucked up.

A car pulled into the lot. It crept up to the entrance, headlights off.

Nathan put the cup down and reached for his retractable baton lying on the passenger seat. He wasn’t allowed to carry his assigned weapon off-duty, and it’d take too much time and too many questions to either get permission to carry his own or get another.

The passenger door opened, and a woman leaned out to vomit on the pavement. A man emerged from the driver’s side and ran around the front of the car to help his obviously very pregnant friend into the clinic.

Nathan slumped into his seat, the rush of adrenaline slowing.

It was going to be a long night.

Another car pulled up alongside his, turned around so the driver was facing him. Considering they were both at the end of the parking lot, it obviously wasn’t another patient.

Nathan reached for his baton as the passenger window rolled down.

“Hello.” The dark-haired man nodded at him. “Nathan, I presume.” He gestured at the still-closed window on Nathan’s car. “If you please.”

Nathan tapped the button with one hand, the other on the baton. The window went down with a low hum.

“You Nathan Harrowsford? The cop?”

Nathan stared at him. “Who wants to know?”

The man grinned. “Evan would like to see you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m going to reach for my badge slowly. Don’t overreact please.” The man pulled a private investigator’s identification from his jacket pocket and showed it to him. “Davis and Davis. We’re a security firm. I’ve been assigned to stand watch tonight on Jennifer Lowell. Company’s got an ongoing contract to keep her under observation, keep her safe. I was told if I found you here, I was to direct you to head to the office for a meeting with Evan.”

Nathan’s heart raced as he studied the badge.

It looked legit.

“What have you been told about this case?” he asked.

The thick-necked man shrugged. “Guard the girl. It’s not rocket science. Someone makes a move on her, I make a move on him. I was told if I found you here to give you the message. Again, not rocket science.” He jabbed a thumb toward the clinic. “I’ll keep her safe, ’kay? Go talk to your boss, or whoever Evan is.”

Nathan nodded. “Have a good night.” Before the investigator could answer, he turned the engine on and pulled out of the parking lot.

Evan.

This couldn’t be good.

* * * * *

The drive to the downtown office building that held the Hooded Pleasure offices seemed to take both hours and minutes. The nearby parking lot was empty, and it took him only a few minutes to walk to the well-lit front door and press the button, alerting the night security guard to his presence.

“Nathan Harrowsford. I have an appointment upstairs.”

He waited as the man checked his clipboard, trying hard not to shiver as the cold wind bit at him. The leather jacket and jeans might be good for sitting in a car, but they were hardly enough protection for a cold winter night, standing outside.

The door clicked open, and the guard motioned him inside. From his prior visit, Nathan knew no one accidently wandered into the HP offices—everyone had to be checked and cleared through the main security desk on the ground floor. There were other offices, other companies in the building, and Hooded Pleasures was only one of many that required a high security level.

“Thank you.” The uniformed man handed him a visitor’s pass. “Keep it visible at all times. Please go to the fifth floor. Do not go anywhere else.” He eyed Nathan. “I’ll know. And I won’t be happy about it.”

Nathan nodded and headed for the elevators.

As he waited for the doors to close, he flashed back to his entry interview a year ago, when he’d gotten up enough nerve to apply to Hooded Pleasures. It’d been an interesting road even to find the phone number and get an application—he’d been doing research into the lifestyle to try to see if he was honestly a submissive type of guy and tripped across the name on a restricted forum. After that, it’d taken a few phone calls under the guise of official business but he’d obtained the contact number and gotten up the nerve to call. The dispatcher had demanded more information than he was prepared to give, and he’d frozen up, too afraid to speak and too afraid to hang up.

Suddenly, a soothing voice came on the line, calming his shattered nerves. “Hi, Nathan. This is Wendy. I’m one of the owners of Hooded Pleasures. My husband’s the other one. Talk about taking your work home with you.” She laughed, and he felt the pressure on his heart ease. “I appreciate you calling us. I know it must have been pretty hard to pick up the phone. But rest assured, you’re not the first one to be nervous about us.” She kept talking, not giving him a chance to leave. “I understand you’re interested in our services. That’s great, I hope we can do something for you. Why don’t you come down here to the office and see me?” She’d read off the address. “How soon can you get here?”

“I—ah—” He’d looked at his watch, her tone demanding he comply. “I can be there within the hour.”