Page 170 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I felt slightly light-headed. This was the part I looked forward to. “Yes, Master. I trust you.”
“If you need some time to get into the right mindset, feel free to go to the submissive lounge or the bar. I’m not in any rush. The dungeon and the playrooms won’t officially open until the doors close and everyone’s inside.”
“Maybe I’ll get some water,” I told him. I definitely needed a few minutes to acclimate myself.
“I’ll go with you,” Troy said, moving up next to me and taking my hand.
Trent nodded. “I’m going to make my rounds, but I’ll come find you in a bit.”
With my hand in his, Troy led me to the bar. There were two submissives—one male, one female, both wearing red studded collars—taking orders and handing out drinks. I opted for water, which saved some time.
“Is it just me, or are you far more relaxed than I am?” I asked Troy when we found a spot in the submissive lounge. One of the black leather love seats was unoccupied, along with a couple of chairs facing it.
He chuckled. “I’m just better at hiding it.”
As I got comfortable, soaking up Troy’s warmth beside me, I saw Luci and Addison walk into the submissive lounge. Their eyes were scanning the area as though they were looking for someone. As soon as they spotted us, I had to assume we were the intended target, because Luci’s eyes widened.
Her smile was brilliant, making her even prettier than she usually was.
She grabbed Addison’s arm and pointed our way. Before she could make it very far, Dale intercepted them. His eyes flew over to us and then there were three heading in our direction.
“Did we do something wrong?” I whispered under my breath. “They’re making a beeline for us.”
“Who?”
“You’re here,” Luci said, moving around to sit on the chair that was perpendicular to the small love seat Troy and I were on.
“Hey,” Addison greeted as she took the other seat across from us while Dale perched on the arm of Luci’s chair.
“Why do you say it like it’s a surprise?” Troy asked, his attention now on Luci.
“Who me? No. I wasn’t surprised. Just … uh … glad to see you.”
Something was up with her. Granted, I didn’t know her all that well, but she wasn’t always this antsy. She was prone to being tongue-tied around Trent, but other than that, she was relatively cool, laid-back. That wasn’t the case now.
“Who came up with the theme?” Troy asked, nodding toward a banner that hung over the bar. LOVE IS IN THE AIR was written in red block letters across it.
“I think it was Zeke,” Addison said, deadpan.
That had me laughing.
“Seriously?” Dale asked.
“No,” she said with a smile. “I’m not sure who came up with it but it’s kinda corny if you ask me.”
She had a point.
“So, what happens during a lock-in?” Luci questioned, glancing back and forth between all of us.
“First time at one,” I admitted, my gaze straying to Addison.
Of the five of us, Addison and Dale were likely the two with the most experience. I knew they had both been in the lifestyle before they came to work at Chatter.
“Honestly, I’ve never even heard of a club doing this,” Addison admitted as she relaxed. “When I asked Mr. Parker, he didn’t care to elaborate.”
I’d heard Addison referring to Justin and Ben as Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden, respectively, so I took that to mean she referred to them that way at all times.
“Hello, boys and girls,” a deep voice sounded, drawing my attention to Troy’s other side.
I smiled up at Case and Braxton.
“Hey. Y’all made it,” Luci said.
Both men frowned. “Of course we made it. Why wouldn’t we?”
Luci shrugged, her gaze shooting to the floor.
I laughed. “Okay, what’s up, Luci? You’re acting awfully suspicious right now.”
She shook her head, but I noticed a sheepish grin, one that I’d seen on her Masters’ faces a time or two. “Nothing. I swear it.”
Dale laughed, but he got to his feet. “Come on,” he told her. “You’re horrible at keeping a secret. The last thing we need is for you to go blurting it out.”
Before I could ask what they were talking about, Dale was dragging Luci out of the lounge.
Case and Braxton took their places.
I’d noticed that no one had changed out of their street clothes yet. Aside from the fact there was absolutely no alcohol being served in the place, this could’ve been any old bar in any old city.
Someone let out an ear-piercing whistle.
“All submissives, except for those on duty! I need your attention.”
I noticed there was no request in that statement and it only took a second to tie the voice back to Zeke.
I sat up straighter, trying to peer over the heads of the other submissives sitting around us. I finally located the giant Sadist standing in the center of the main floor.
