Slave To Love by Bridget Midway Page B

should all fit.”
    Ananda scanned the room. “Yep. That’ll work. And you’ll be gone for—”
    Jace quickly supplied, “At least four to six weeks.”
    “We won’t be completed with filming by then, but we should have a lot of ground covered. We should be out of your hair within a few weeks after you get back.” Kitty followed Jace back in the main house.
    “I want my life to go back to normal by the time I get home. Feel me?” Jace stared into Ananda’s eyes.
    “We’ll do what we can.” She peered behind herself. “Mind if I use your bathroom before I go.”
    Jace nodded toward the powder room off the family room. At that time, Vern mumbled something and made his way to the living room by the front door.
    “Okay, what’s up with that guy?” Jace whispered to Kitty.
    “He’s cool. He was chatting up a storm before we came here.” Kitty scratched her armpit before crossing her arms over her flat chest. “So what name did you go by when you were in the scene? Master what?”
    “It’s Jace. Just Jace.”
    “Why did you get out of the life? You’re too young to be going through a mid-life crisis.”
    “Is that what middle-aged guys do, buy fancy cars, date younger women and change their names?” He laughed. “No, it has everything to do with pop culture.”
    Kitty blinked. “What the hell?”
    “A character from a popular book series has the same name I do, and happens to be into the thing I’m into, or rather was into.”
    “Dude, so you changed your name and life based off some book? Are you sure you’re a Dom. Oh, wait, you used to be a Dom. Got it.”
    Jace wagged his finger at Kitty. “It’s a good thing I like you.” He turned to get the rest of his bags from his room when something, or rather someone, caught his attention.
    He peered down at Ananda’s tablet on the table and saw the face of an angel, the same angel who invaded his thoughts and dreams for the last couple of weeks. It looked like the picture had been taken in a restaurant. He saw waiters behind her and patrons sitting at various tables. The way she looked into the camera and smiled, he felt like he had made her happy, that he caused her to smile.
    Her brown-eyed stare, even in the photograph, connected to his. Her full mouth curled into the sweetest grin he’d ever seen. Her light, chestnut-colored hair held big, loose curls that surrounded her face. He wanted to touch her glowing, light butterscotch-colored flesh.
    “Is she one of the house slaves?” he asked without removing his stare.
    Kitty tapped her knuckle against the screen, which expanded the picture even more. “She’s the slave, or rather the submissive.”
    “This is Meadow?” Jace held up the tablet. His senses hadn’t been off when he nearly told her that she would make a good submissive.
    Kitty snickered. “You really didn’t watch the show? Meadow refused to do it. This is a friend of hers. She practically begged Ananda for the chance to do this show.”
    “Really?” Jace set the tablet back on the table.
    Maybe being away during taping would be good for him. Or maybe he needed to make a surprise trip back home. Cute or not, this woman had no idea what she agreed to put herself through. It would be good to prove Ananda and Eagan that finding love on a reality TV show only happened in special circumstances.
    “So who are the Doms, Dommes, and house slaves?” He mustered enough strength to break his stare from the picture. “Anyone I might know?”
    “I don’t know who you know. And I didn’t pick them.” Kitty shrugged.
    To hear that news made Jace blink. “How did Ananda get you for the project?”
    “Ananda, Eagan, and I all go to this exclusive dungeon in the Beach. She recognized me and knew my work. I did that hour drama show about a BDSM dungeon run by all women on that online streaming station, Hubbub.” Kitty leaned against the kitchen counter. “Ananda and I got to talking, and she convinced me to come on board with this