The two men left the conference room and I sat there staring at the resumes on the table although I wasn’t really seeing them. My mind was on the two masochists who had successfully pissed me off to no end.
I’d made the cowboy and the pretty boy stay home today. In fact, I’d kept my distance from them since my scene with Brax and the fucking machine yesterday afternoon.
I still couldn’t believe I’d kissed him. Not that I was opposed to kissing, but like aftercare, it gave a submissive the wrong impression. The worst part was I had enjoyed it immensely. It had been a damn long time since I’d slowed down enough to find that little bit of intimacy. Four years, to be exact. I hadn’t kissed a man in four fucking years. And while I told him it meant nothing, I knew better. If it didn’t mean anything, I wouldn’t have thought about it endlessly since.
But I refused to give in to them. In fact, I was considering kicking them to the curb tonight when I got home. I didn’t need this fucking hassle. I enjoyed what we had going on, but evidently, they were both seeing more than there was. Which surprised me considering the short time we’d been together.
The cowboy being jealous of the pretty boy spending time with me was a big red flag. I wasn’t going to spend my time drawing up a timeline so that I fucked them equally. That wasn’t how I operated. If they wanted that shit, they could find some baby Dom who wanted to smack them around a little and cuddle them after. They’d said they understood what this was, but I was beginning to doubt that.
“Zeke Lautner daydreamin’. Never thought I’d see the day.”
I peered up at Langston as he stepped into the conference room. “Shouldn’t you be working?”
“Takin’ a break, actually. Landon’s got Luci in his office. I was givin’ them a little private time. All that yellin’ was distractin’ me, so I opted to come up here.”
“Yelling? Landon or Luci?”
Langston chuckled. “This time it was Luci. From what I gather, the little brat put salt in Landon’s coffee this mornin’.”
“Ah. She’s graduated to being a brat, eh?”
“Looks that way. We’re gonna take her to the club tonight. String her up and show her the error of her ways.”
“So, you reward her for her insubordination?”
“She’s not like your boys,” Langston said. “She doesn’t particularly care for the pain.”
“Fuck toys,” I corrected.
Langston nodded slightly. “My apologies. Your fuck toys,” he corrected. “How are they, anyway?”
I shrugged and stared out the window. “I’m thinking it’s time to cut them loose.”
“Yeah? They do somethin’ wrong?”
“They’re getting too attached.”
“Translated to mean you’re tired of them,” Langston stated, his tone serious.
“No. Actually, that’s not the case at all.” Which surprised the hell out of me. I’d spent a solid week with them. I should’ve been ready to move on, but I found I wasn’t. Even after the drama from yesterday, I didn’t relish the idea of sending them on their way. I wanted to say that was due to the fact there were two of them. That broke up the monotony rather well. I had a million more scenes already planned out in my mind and I’d been looking forward to taking it one day at a time.
“You goin’ to the club tonight?” Langston asked.
“Not sure yet.”
“You talk to Greg lately?”
Langston’s sudden topic change caught me by surprise. “No. Why?”
“Rumor has it he’s bringin’ a submissive to the club on a guest pass.”
“When?”
“Tonight.” Langston drummed his fingers on the table. “Found that interesting.”
It was obvious Langston was fishing. I wasn’t going to fall for the bait. “News to me.”
Langston grinned. “Yeah? I talked to Ransom yesterday.”
“Spit it out, Moore.”
Langston appeared unfazed by my gruff command. “I’m pretty sure you and this submissive have a last name in common.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I guess you’ve got your answer as to whether or not I’ll be at the club.”
The man sobered somewhat. “She’s in good hands, Lautner.”
“I know. Hence the reason I asked him to show her around. Give her a taste.”
“You don’t think it’ll stick, do ya? You’re hopin’ he’ll scare her off?”
“I don’t want Jamie going to one of those shit hole clubs. That’s the only reason I asked him.”
“Smart.”
I wasn’t sure about that. Allowing my baby sister into the club was a gamble. Perhaps she was more in tune with her desires than I wanted to believe. It was possible she was a true submissive. Which meant, once she got a taste of it, she might not be able to walk away. I could only hope Greg took care of her. Otherwise, the man would be walking with a limp.
A knock sounded on the door behind me. I spun my chair around as I called for the person to enter.
