Chapter 13

“That’s me, the drama queen, but I had to yell loud enough for him to notice me. He didn’t like twinks.”

“What’s a twink?” Robbie asked, puzzled.

“Danny, Brian, and I are all twinks. We are built small and look delicate. For some Doms that’s a real turn on, but for Bull, not so much. You would be considered a twink. The Doms will be chasing you all around the club because you’re a ginger.”

“But I don’t think I’m a sub…” Robbie’s nose scrunched. “A ginger?”

“Red haired.”

“Oh.”

Robbie watched as Jamie’s eyes grew crafty. “Tom Martino likes gingers. You met him yesterday.”

“That’s the Director of Security who is going to help Gary and Mr. Cohen get my identification papers?”

“Yes, that’s him. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Bull makes a damn fine omelet.” Jamie opened a tin foil package. “I made the raspberry pecan muffins. I hope you’re not allergic to nuts.”