Dungeon Master (Dungeons and Doms, #1)

by Golden Angel

The kilt was like a weapon of mass distraction. She couldn’t think straight when he wore it, and he knew it.

“I should have known you wouldn’t have asked to go on a whim. And while I wish you had been more forthcoming about your reasons for asking, I also wish I’d probed deeper instead of assuming everything was fine because I was fine.”

It’s a trap. Yes, thank you, Admiral Akbar. What if it’s a good trap with candy at the end?

“Strip,” he ordered. “I’ll be back in a moment, and I want you naked when I get here.” “Yes, Sir.” One day soon, he promised himself, he’d hear her call him Master again. That was something else he’d lost in the divorce. He’d gotten used to “Sir” over the years, he craved hearing her acknowledge him as hers once more.

Just because someone says all the right things does all the right things doesn’t mean they’re the right one for you. You’re not a machine where if you put in all the right data, the desired result appears. You’re a human being, and you get a say in what you want out of your future. Anyone who says differently isn’t worth listening to.”

“Everyone has their own way of communicating, but a lot of it can be broken down into whether you’re an ‘ask’ person or a ‘guess’ person.”

Askers tend to be direct about what they want, whereas guessers can find direct requests off-putting or even rude.

“It doesn’t feel as if it’s real if I ask him to do something. Like, I wouldn’t ask him to buy me a gift. I want him to want to get me a gift.”

Why she hadn’t asked for things she wanted—asking made her vulnerable. He might say no.

Happily-ever-after was a choice, a promise, and it took both people and working on it every day.