Not that I had to participate. I knew that I could easily tell them no and they’d respect my decision. But part of me was curious, I figured. Which meant the only person I had to blame was myself.
However, I had every intention of easing out, allowing the four of them to do what they needed to do. That way, when I told them I was going to stay with my sister, perhaps they’d be too distracted to care.
“All right,” I said, joining them at the table. “What did everyone do today?”
“Slept,” Dante said simply.
“You needed it,” I told him. “I’m glad you did. And everyone else?”
“Do you want a recap of what I did to you in the bathroom?” Isaac quipped.
My eyes shot up to his face. “You made a joke. That’s the first time you’ve made a joke.”
He rolled his eyes. “You want that recap?”
“Not necessary,” I told him. “They’ve all got vivid imaginations. I’m sure they can figure it out.”
“We went to Chatter PR,” Everly said after taking her first bite of potato. “Why is it that your potatoes are always better than mine?”
I grinned. “That little pat of love I add.” I swallowed down mashed potatoes. “What’s Chatter PR?”
“A public relations company,” she explained.
I turned my attention to Isaac. “You work there?”
“Not exactly,” Ian supplied. “We work in their personal protection division. They’ve got plenty of others.”
“Yeah, they do,” Everly agreed. “They’ve also got all the Doms from Dichotomy working there.”
“Not all,” Isaac corrected.
“A few subs, too,” Ian noted.
“True. Quite a few,” Everly agreed.
“What did you do there?” I asked Everly, keeping the conversation moving while we all ate.
She blushed, then looked over at Isaac.
“No, no,” I said quickly. “I don’t need those details, either.”
Isaac and Ian laughed.
“What did you do?” Ian asked me.
“I finished my work for the week, called my boss, begged her not to fire me. She assured me my job was safe and secure and would be waiting for me on Saturday.”
“Saturday?” Ian and Isaac shared a look.
“What?” I glanced between them, then sighed. “This can’t go on forever. While I get that I can’t go home, I also can’t give up my job. I don’t want to.”
“Eager to get out of here?” Ian asked.
“Actually…” I let the word drag out. “I … um … I think it’s best if I go stay with my sister.”
All eyes turned to me. Their abrupt movements had me dropping my fork.
“Is that a decision you made because of what’s going on here?”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to read something into that. Not wanting to brush it off, nor did I want to tackle that beast right now, I nodded. “I think it’s best.”
“For who?” Everly asked.
I honestly didn’t want to go into this with such a large audience, so I shrugged it off. “Can we all talk about something else, please?”
No one said anything for a few minutes and the silence began strangling me.
“So, I cooked, Everly’s going to clean, and you boys are going to go downstairs and do what boys do,” I said, looking from one to the other. “While you do that, I was wondering if Everly and I could have a pillow fight naked. You know, to keep ourselves busy.”
Everly laughed, Isaac smirked, and Ian groaned.
Still, the tension was there, tightening its deathly grip.
An hour later, Everly and I were up to our neck in warm water. Turned out, Isaac had a jacuzzi tub in his bathroom, and since it wasn’t quite warm outside, she’d suggested we hang out there. I was not about to say no to an opportunity such as that.
“Okay, so I’m going to get personal,” I warned her.
“You’ve never warned me before,” she teased.
“True. But I need to know about this … butt plug thing.”
Everly’s face turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Are you still wearing it?”
She shook her head. “No. Thank God.”
“Does it hurt … you know … to wear it?”
“Not really, no. It’s uncomfortable at first.”
I frowned, let my hand float on the churning water. “I mean, I get what it’s for. To stretch … uh … that part.” Now my face was turning pink. “So I take it you’ve had anal sex.”
“I have.” She said it so easily, as though I wasn’t talking about an intimate act.
“Does it hurt?”
“Let’s just say it’s intense. But I do like it. Under the right conditions.”
“You’re not all that sweet and innocent,” I told her, pointing right at her.
“Far from it.”
“But you wouldn’t know it by looking at you.”
“Maybe that’s part of the appeal,” she said.
“I could see it. Guys get all hot for the sweet girl who’s dirty in the bedroom.”
“Now I have a question for you.”
I grinned. “Hit me.”
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
Wow. That wasn’t what I expected her to ask.
“I actually have. Sort of.”
