“Our previous secretary,” he continued. “She’s the one who’ll be interviewing you, along with our receptionist, Jordan. Then, if they give the okay, we’ll interview you.”
“Wait? Let me get this straight. Luci Wagner, the twin Doms’ submissive, was your previous secretary? But now she’s not working for you, so you’re looking to hire someone else?”
Master Parker glanced over at Ben. “She catches on fast.”
“So you know Luci?” Ben asked.
Yeah. I knew her. Not personally, of course. But I had seen her at the club with the twin Masters. She’d been there several times, and when she walked into the room, she seemed to stop traffic, to draw the eyes of everyone—Dominant and submissive.
But that wasn’t the point of his statement.
“I’m confused.” I shook my head slightly, as though that would make the thoughts less jumbled.
“About?” Master Parker prompted.
“About…” I motioned between the three of us. “All of this.”
“What’s confusing?”
“You’re offering me a job?”
“We’re offering you a chance to interview for a job,” he clarified.
“With Luci and…?”
“Jordan Jenkins.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, my God. Master J works for you, too?”
“He does.”
Well, wasn’t that a whole bunch of…crazy?
Master Parker cleared his throat. “We’re looking to hire a secretary and we figured—”
“Both of you?” I slapped my hand over my mouth, embarrassed that I’d interrupted him midsentence. It was rude.
He seemed to think so, too, based on the gleam in his eyes. However, he didn’t reprimand me, merely continued. “Yes. Ben and I work together and we’re looking for one secretary who we’ll share between us.”
Share?
That sounded far too kinky to be normal. Holding my fork like a pointer, I stared at him. “What exactly does your secretary do?”
“We’ll provide you with a full list of requirements at the interview,” Master Parker said with a frustrated sigh. “It’s all legit, Addison. We’re not here to take advantage of you.”
Seemed a little strange that they weren’t willing to discuss it now. “Why wait? If it’s on the up-and-up, why not share the details now?”
“I don’t want to discuss it now,” Master Parker stated, his lips a hard, thin line.
“Got it.” I turned my attention back to my plate. “While I do appreciate the offer, I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear to an interview. So, I—”
“You will,” Ben interjected, nodding toward my plate. “After you eat and shower, I’ll take you shopping.”
“What?” Yeah, that was me sounding like a nutcase. I tried to calm down, but it didn’t work. “You’re going to take me shopping? Where? Is the Salvation Army having a free sale?” My anger was getting the best of me, but I kept going. “Because at this point in time, that’s about all I can afford.”
Both men silently stared at me and it was evident they were waiting for me to either settle down or to implode. I figured the latter was likely to happen first.
“Can you tell me a better option?” Master Parker prompted.
“Yes, I can.” Actually, no I couldn’t.
He waited.
Shit.
While I wanted to argue, because I wasn’t prone to taking handouts from people, I had this absurd need to…please them. Don’t ask me why, because I had absolutely no fucking idea.
Regardless, there was no way I was allowing these men to buy me clothes. I didn’t want to be indebted to anyone and I already felt a sense of obligation since they’d been kind enough to give me a place to sleep. I certainly wasn’t looking for a handout, too. No, I didn’t have much, but I’d made it this far without taking charity from people like them, and I would get myself out of this jam eventually.
“Finish eating,” Master Parker said, motioning toward my plate with his fork. “Then you can shower.”
I dropped my fork. “I’m not hungry.”
He leaned over. “Either feed yourself or I’ll do it for you.”
I glared back at him, but he didn’t flinch.
“It’s not a request, Addison.”
No matter how strange it all felt, there was something about them that made me want to…do whatever they wanted. I knew submission was my nature, but I’d never felt a pull as strong as this one. No, I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but there was a definite lure.
When I didn’t move, Master Parker picked up my fork and proceeded to stab the scrambled eggs. Before he could put it in my mouth, I grabbed the fork from him.
“I can feed myself.”
“Prove it.”
Knowing it wouldn’t really matter what I said, I decided to give up. This was all strange, but they didn’t seem to be giving me any other options.
And would it really be all that bad? If they wanted to give me a job, was I even in a position to turn them down? Money might not buy happiness, but it would sure as shit buy food and a place to sleep.
Since I had no way to provide myself with either, what was I arguing with them for anyway?
