Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) by Dakota Trace

her sub’s hair.
     
    It surprised him when Olivia actually blushed. But as usual his Mistress did what she normally did when she was out of her depth. She blustered her way through it. “Better your ass than mine. The man was driving me bonkers at the hospital checking in every hour to ask what he could do. He even threatened to call Mum if I didn’t let him help.” Olivia shrugged apologetically. “I had to give him something to do or he’d have shown up down here with Mum and her Master in tow. But if you think he’s an ass on the phone, try dealing with him in person. He damned near broke down my door last year after I got attacked. The damned man takes his big brother responsibilities seriously no matter how many times I tell him that I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”
     
    Brigit smiled knowingly then gave Olivia a one-armed hug before snapping her fingers. Sampson rose to his feet gracefully. “Well, we can’t fight ‘familia’, so all’s forgiven. Come in. Sampson, why don’t you take Jude down to the kitchen and get refreshments?”
     
    “Mistress?” Jude folded his arms over his chest. He wasn’t going to be left out of this. It was his fucking job to protect not only Olivia but Micah.
     
    “Go, pet.” Her expression never changed under his silent refusal. “Let us Dommes have our small talk. We won’t discuss anything of importance until you return.”
     
    Jude relaxed. She wasn’t going to try to cut him out. “Thank you, Mistress.” He turned towards Sampson as their Mistresses entered the office. “So what caused your mother to hang you with the name Sampson. Were you this huge at birth?”
     
    Sampson’s lips quirked before he headed back down the hall. “Nope. Mistress gave me the name.”
     
    “So what gives?” Jude asked, trailing after him.
     
    * * * *
     
    “He’ll never find out you know,” Brigit told Olivia as their subs disappeared from sight. Olivia settled into one of the chairs in the seating area of the office as Brigit turned down the soft music coming from the sound system next to her desk. Watching from across the way, she found her attention divided between the other Domme and spectacular setting sun.
     
    “You have a beautiful view,” Olivia told Brigit when she joined her. “And what won’t he find out?”
     
    “That’s why I choose this room for my office. I love to sit here with Sampson and watch the sun set before we open for business.”
     
    Olivia understood. She too cherished her stolen moments with Jude in the quiet club before the sometimes hectic pace of the unique activities took over. “And the other?” she asked as the other woman looked lost in thought.
     
    Brigit’s face lit up. “Oh that. He’ll never figure out why I named him Sampson. My sub is the ultimate mystery man. In fact, he’s so closed-mouthed there’s a running bet at the club about what I did to tame him, since no one knows how I got past the big guy’s defenses. But my Sampson is a closed book to everyone but me. So far there have been at least two dozen attempts in the past ten years but he won’t spill. He just smiles and shakes his head when they guess.”
     
    Olivia shook her head and groaned. “Whatever you do, don’t tell Jude about the bet. The man loves a mystery. He’ll dig until he gets the answer or drives me nuts in the process.”
     
    “Hmmm…the thought is tempting.” Brigit sat down on the settee across from Olivia. Rearranging her skirts, she settled against the padded arm and back. She looked much like a queen surveying her kingdom. So much so, Olivia found it quite uncomfortable, but pushed it aside. She could deal with all of it if it meant she got to take Jude and Micah home with her at the end of the day.
     
    “Please resist the temptation – I’ve done nothing to warrant that kind of torment.”
     
    Brigit chuckled and opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted moments later by a familiar knock on the