Chapter 12

RULE #11: DON'T COMPARE YOUR HOT BOSS TO YOUR DAD MOMENTS BEFORE TOUCHING HIS HEART LINE.

Presh

"Oh my God," I stammer, opening my email to find a picture of a woman suspended from the ceiling, naked and wrapped in black cord. She looks like she's been caught in a fishing net, and although I can't see her backside clearly, I'm willing to bet it's in a prime position for… access.

Musa furrows his brow as he glances at me.

"Everything all right?"

"These applications…"

A deep chuckle echoes from his corner of the room, and I look up at him in shock. "I mean, what even is this?"

He stands and walks over to my screen. Resting his hands on the back of my chair, he leans over me and stares at the same image I am. "It's called Shibari," he says quietly, his deep voice rumbling through my body.

"Is that something you… hire people for?" I ask, gulping down a breath.

"It's Lucky's idea to have a rope-bondage demonstration, so we need a few experts."

"It looks like it hurts," I grimace. It's difficult to look at, and even more uncomfortable to be scrolling through the various pictures this woman has sent with Bandi's dad standing over my shoulder.

"You'd be surprised how many people want to be tied up and…"

I turn my face and gaze up into his eyes. When he looks back down at me, my skin grows hot.

"That's a little more than tied up," I reply in a low whisper.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," he says.

I drag in a deep breath, inhaling the cedar and musk of his cologne.

"Have you?" I ask carefully.