Chapter 25

“Rhys,” Clark said evenly, watching Daniel instead of Rhys.

Rhys merely glanced at Clark and grunted, and Clark wasn’t surprised. They’d never gotten along; Rhys was under the impression that the right coaxing would land Clark in his bed.

Clark—who usually wasn’t terribly picky about bedmates when it came to one-night stands—would rather coat himself in honey and lie in a nest of fire ants than give Rhys more than bare civility.

“Hello,” the professor spoke up. “I’m Daniel Germain, and I was wondering if I might have permission to speak to your sub?”

“Wawl, isn’t that sweet? You ask so nicely.” The drawl seemed friendly, but Rhys’s smile was cold, and he yanked on the leash to bring Peter close to him. Daniel’s face stayed impassive, and he hid fists behind his back.

“There’s someone that’d rather speak with you than me,” Rhys said. “Shall I let him?”

Peter kept his eyes down. “As you wish, Sir.”