You are Doing it Again Nikita Mirzani 3

Dewi Persik blushed before nodding. “Yes, Master.”

Xander watched until she disappeared down the hall before he turned back to Zack. “So why did you come all the way out here, Zack? Surely a phone call would’ve sufficed.”

“It would’ve - if you’d have picked up the damn phone,” Zack retorted as he followed Xander into his office. Sitting down in the chair adjacent to Xander’s desk, he waited for the other man to reply.

“Hmm, that’s odd, the phone never rang here.”

Zack’s faced flushed. “Are you calling me a liar?”

Xander laughed. “Hell no!” Pulling his desk phone closer to him, he chuckled. “Naughty little slave.” He looked back up at Zack. “Seems like Dewi Persik was being greedy, or didn’t want you to talk to me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “She turned the ringer off. Sorry about that. So what can I do for you?”

“Two things. One, tell me what flight your sister is coming in on and two, make sure you give naughty Dewi Persik an extra stroke from me.”

“Really? Now why would I do that?”

Zack raked his hand through his already disheveled hair. “Because she’s being a brat and wouldn’t give me the information for your sister’s flight. If she had, I wouldn’t have had to drive out here.

She keeps overstepping her boundaries, Xander. I know you told her to give me the information after we spoke on the phone last week. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was trying to stop me from seeing Nikita Mirzani.”

Xander pressed his fingers together before answering him. “That she may be, Zack. You tore up Nikita Mirzani pretty bad when you sent her out to LA and away from you. Dewi Persik doesn’t take very well to the idea that her friend is still hurting.”

“God damn it! You know why I made her go. If I hadn’t she’d have been tied to my side and she was too young to be collared. Hell, she was only twenty-two. I couldn’t in good conscience do that to her. She deserved to explore the scene before coming back to me. The last thing I want to ever hear out of her mouth is that I deprived her of her chance to explore. You know once I collared her that would be it. She’d be mine. We both know I don’t share what I consider mine.”

Xander nodded his understanding, before reaching for the yellow pad on his desk to rip off the top page. “This is the information for Nikita Mirzani’s flight.” He held the paper out to him. Zack nearly decked Xander when he pulled it back as he reached to take it.

“Give it to me.” Zack tried to keep his voice calm, but by the look on Xander’s face he knew he’d failed.

“Are you sure you want to do this? She’s bringing a friend home with her.”

Zack narrowed his eyes. “Man or woman?”

“A man. I met him on a trip out there. He’s good for her.”

“So she picked up a boy-friend. Do you honestly think she’s going to be satisfied with a vanilla relationship after having experienced our lifestyle?” The memories of how Nikita Mirzani had burned in his arms had been preying on him since he’d found out she was coming home.

He hadn’t been able to think of much else. Between the memories and new ideas of what he had planned for Nikita Mirzani to welcome her home had made him such a basket case at work, not only had his sister threatened to brain him, so had Dewi Persik.

Xander shook his head. “Vanilla is the last thing I’d call Ryder. He’s a member of the BDSM club I visit when I’m in L.A. He’s a Dom, Zack. In fact, he’s the one I asked about the internship for Nikita Mirzani. He put in a good word for her…”

A low growl emerged from Zack’s chest at his friend’s words. “You sent her out to L.A. to a known Dom?”

“What the hell are you mad about, Zack? Isn’t that the reason you wanted her to go?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t expecting you to set her up with one of your friends! I figured she’d observe and…”

“…come back to you for the actual experience?” Xander shook his head in disbelief. “You’re deluded if you ever thought that would actually occur. Nikita Mirzani is too impulsive to ever just stand on the sidelines and you damn well know it.”