Point three. She’s not a submissive, remember? No worries there.
I sighed.
If I could treat this as a one-nighter, we’d all be happy.
Would you?
On the other hand, I didn’t have that sort of relationship with Cav and I certainly didn’t want that with Jamie.
No, you want more. You want it all.
No. Not necessarily.
Liar.
Okay, yes. Fine. I could admit I’d been thinking about Jamie since our date, going over the events in my head, and trying to point out the negative. Except, there was nothing I could come up with aside from my main three points.
Truth was, I wanted to get to know her and vice versa, to see if there was something there, because fuck it all, I was tired of one-nighters. I wanted more, and for the first time in a damn long time, I’d met a woman who intrigued me.
“Edge?”
I jerked my attention to Jamie, who was sitting beside me, Cav across from us. “Sorry. Just a little distracted.”
A little? It’s been ten minutes since you said anything.
Jamie nodded, her eyes lit with understanding, which kept me from having to explain.
“We could always grab a pizza at a restaurant, hang out at a bar for a bit,” she suggested. “Or even call it a night if you’d like.”
I instantly shook my head. “That’s the last thing I want.”
“Are you worried we’re moving too fast?”
How was it this woman seemed to know what I was thinking? Considering her age, I was expecting a sense of immaturity. I remembered what it was like to be twenty-four. Still in college, running amok, drinking heavily, sleeping with every hot piece of ass—guy, girl, didn’t matter—who glanced my way. Based on the little bit that I’d gathered thus far, that wasn’t the case with her.
Teach you to assume.
I glanced over at Cav to see if I could read his take on this. I could tell he was still confused as to how my impromptu second date with Jamie turned into a threesome. I honestly hadn’t meant to share with Jamie the fact that I’d kissed Cav, but it had felt necessary. After all, she’d been straightforward regarding the time she’d spent with Cav. In a situation such as this, secrets would only cause problems.
I glanced back at Jamie, then to Cav once more.
Just accept it already. This ménage à trois is the direction you’re headed. The only difference is the route you were taking to get there.
“How about we take a step back?” Jamie prompted. “I’ve still got a million questions I want to ask the two of you, so maybe we could start there.”
“Back to wanting to drill into our psyche, are you?” Cav joked, but there was a hint of regret in his tone.
Jamie smiled. “Always. It’s in my nature.”
“What’s on your mind?” I prompted, figuring her psychoanalysis was better than the stupid voice in my head.
“You mentioned a training class,” she started, peering over at me. “I was wondering about it. What exactly happens during this training? Do you take random people off the street and teach them to be polite, obedient submissives?”
The smile she shot my way told me she didn’t actually believe that.
“You can’t train someone to be submissive,” Cav said. “But wouldn’t it be convenient if you could?”
I laughed, shook my head in disbelief.
Jamie grinned. “Okay, so who signs up for this? Submissives who need guidance?”
“Submissives who want to be members of my club,” I clarified. “Or those I’ve seen who have lost sight of the objective.”
I could see her curiosity pique.
“That makes sense,” she said, her eyes dropping to the seat as though she needed a moment to realign the notes in her head. Her head lifted and her eyes brightened as she shifted to face me more fully. “You mentioned me taking it as one of your rules.”
“I did.”
“Why? If I’m not submissive, how would it benefit me?”
“You don’t think you’re submissive?” Cav asked.
Jamie seemed to consider this. “I mean, I enjoy the concept. When I’m reading about it, there’s a certain stimulation, perhaps a connection I have with the submissive.”
“But you’ve never witnessed the interactions between a Dominant and a submissive?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve seen the movie.”
I frowned, looked over at Cav, who simply shrugged. “The movie?”
“Fifty Shades of Grey. Have you seen it?” She appeared genuinely curious.
“No. And to be fair, I don’t think that movie was meant to be a guideline to Domination and submission.”
“But it seems legit.” Jamie frowned, glanced at Cav.
“I haven’t seen it either, cupcake. Sorry.”
“Oh.” That was definitely disappointment. “Anyway. It’s about a businessman who set his sights on this young woman. He’s a Dominant and his goal is to make her his submissive. In the movie, he tells her all the things he expects from her. Obedience and all that. When she asks what she gets out of it, he tells her that she gets him.” She smiled. “It was kinda hot, actually.”
