“Do you have an aversion to either?”
I was wondering where he was going with this. The way we volleyed back and forth, we could’ve been talking about the price of gold or the ebb and flow of the stock market.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve never considered it.”
Trent’s focus remained on me and I assumed he wanted me to do so now. I took a sip of my coffee and gave it some thought.
“Personally, I wouldn’t mind a Dom who wanted to share me with another submissive,” Braxton said, his tone light.
I watched as his dark green eyes shot over to Case. I had to wonder whether the two of them had a relationship. More than merely being employed by the same man.
“What about you, Case?” Trent inquired.
He gave a small shrug, his eyes darting to somewhere behind me. “Depends on the Dom.”
I got the feeling that was an invitation. Perhaps for Zeke since Case happened to be a masochist?
Trent’s gaze swung back over to me and I knew I’d run out of time to ponder the question. “I don’t think I’m the sort of submissive who would do well with two Dominants,” I admitted.
“For what reason?” Trent probed.
“I would prefer to dedicate myself to one Dom. Since it’s my responsibility to give him everything he needs, I wouldn’t want to risk it by dividing my attention. On the flip side, I’m not sure how I would feel if my Dom had another submissive. I don’t think I would know unless I experienced it for myself.”
Admittedly, I was relatively open when it came to my sexuality. I had experienced quite a bit during my time as a submissive. And the thought of Trent taking Troy and me as his submissives wasn’t off-putting in the least.
Trent smiled, his eyes locked on my face. I held his stare for a few moments, feeling my blood pressure spike. When it became too much to bear, I turned toward Troy.
“What about you, Mr. Shelton?” Case asked, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “Would you be open to taking on more than one submissive?”
Troy’s grin revealed straight white teeth and a rather boyish charm. “Please, call me Troy. And I’m … uh … not a Dom.” He smiled shyly. “I’m not really in the lifestyle.”
I was grateful for Case since he’d taken some of the heat off me.
“Is it something that interests you?” I inquired, motioning toward Trent. “Considering you work for a Dom, I figure you’ve seen a few things.”
“Actually, no. I mean, yes, I’m interested, but no, I haven’t seen anything.” Troy shook his head, his eyes dropping to his lap. “I’ve been Trent’s assistant for three years now, but I’ve only handled the duties that revolve around his acting career and his other business ventures.”
Really? Three years and Trent had successfully shielded him completely from his alternate lifestyle? That was hard to believe. It would’ve meant that Trent didn’t play at home. Since I knew Trent worked out of his house and Troy had recently moved in, I had to assume they spent a significant amount of time together there.
I peered over at Trent. “Did you keep him apart from it for a reason?”
I knew I was crossing a line I shouldn’t, but I felt as though Trent was trying to back me into a corner. The way he looked at me, the inflection in his words. At the very least, he was trying to intimidate me. When I felt trapped, I tended to lash out, and since I had nowhere else to go, this was how I chose to do it.
I would soon learn that it would come back to bite me in the ass.
Trent
MY LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE had a mouth on her and it was obvious she was attempting to push me by turning the tables.
“Not one reason, per se,” I admitted. “However, I didn’t think Troy was quite ready for the darker aspects of my life.”
“But you feel he is now?”
I stared at Clarissa for a moment, wanting to see her squirm a little. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I found it interesting that she was pushing me so hard so fast. Especially considering we had such a large audience.
She was the exact opposite of the polite little mouse she’d been during our lunch dates and not nearly as casual as she’d tried to appear last night. I could admit, I liked her feisty attitude, even if my first instinct was to make her submit to me in every way imaginable.
However, if she thought she would embarrass me or put me on the spot, she truly had no idea who she was dealing with.
Before I could answer, the captain’s voice came over the speaker announcing that we’d reached our desired altitude and it would be smooth sailing from Dallas to Chicago.
