 Ian preferred not to use the override. In truth, repercussions, discipline--punishment—were things Ian normally looked forward to, and if the mood struck him, he would linger in his car until the lock engaged. Tonight, this was not the case. His home was his sanctuary, and he wanted to get inside. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt before fishing his phone from his suit jacket and called Taren. “Murdoch.” “The door is locked,” Ian blurted out. Taren drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Hold on.” Ian heard Taren moving and then he said in a muffled voice, “I have to take this; it’s Ian.” Someone asked if Ian was all right, and Taren’s response was, “Yes, I think so.” A minute later Taren asked, “Are you okay? Was there an emergency at work?” “N-no. Emergency, I mean.” “Ian,” Taren spoke slowly, drawing Ian’s name out. “Boy. Are you okay?” Being called ‘boy’ immediately dropped Ian into his sub role. “Yes. No. Maybe. Sir.” Read a variety of snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group!  Force Majeure is available in eBook and through Kindle Unlimited.
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