Five minutes before Kate had to leave her office, the phone rang.
Damn. Picking it up could mean more work. Tonight of all nights, she didn’t want to be late. Stop. Stop ringing
. She stared at the phone through a second ring. Then a third.
Conditioning won out. She picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
A smile curled her lips. Another conditioned response -- smiling at the sound of Jake’s voice. “Hi. Are you running late?”
At the hint of a threat in his voice, a shiver ran down the back of her neck. She eyed the open door; no one was in sight, but she lowered her voice to a whisper just in case. “Yes, Master.”
“I have a special treat planned for you tonight, baby. I’m going to surprise you at the party.”
Her jaw dropped. He couldn’t possibly plan to do anything of a sexual nature at a formal Halloween costume party. He’d made a big deal out of getting tickets for a “mainstream” event instead of the bondage parties they usually attended.
He’d taught her better than to protest. “Whatever you want, Master.”
“Good girl. Have you been wondering why I keep refusing to talk about your costume? Why I won’t tell you what I plan to wear?”
Of course she’d wondered. “Yes.”
“I’m going to meet you at the party. If you spot me first, you’ll get a special treat.”
Her lips curved. Did he honestly think he could disguise himself? Jake would probably wear a plain suit with a mask -- she’d pick him out in a heartbeat. “And if you spot me first?”
“If I win, you’ll get a trick.” A deep chuckle tickled her ear. You might like a trick better than a treat. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“You know me too well.” With her free hand, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out her purse. She didn’t want to be late.
“I’ll see you there. And baby?”
The line went dead with a click.