“We’re hunting in two weeks, so you need to come back.” Soren gets straight to the point.
“And if I don’t?” Reon challenges.
“Make no mistake, Reon, my patience only goes so far.” Soren smiles.
And then I add, “We have a mixer next week. This one, we invite the girlfriends.”
“I wouldn’t attend such a thing without my wife,” Reon scoffs, and I smirk at his reply. Of course he wouldn’t. At these events, we share. We bring a woman to play with, and each woman that we bring knows exactly what she is walking into.
For the mixer, we pass the women around.
However, some of our members prefer men.
To each their own, really.
“You want to share your wife?” I ask him, and he clenches his fists on the table, knowing that’s not something we do. Cora comes to mind. What would she think of a place like this, the activities that happen here? I would like to bring her, but the thought of passing her around would be a no. She is only for me to play with.
“I’d cut off the hands of anyone who touched her. Maybe you should tell the others before we attend.” He stands and glares down at us. “You will also mind your manners around her.” And then he smirks and strides off, Boston right behind him.
“You let him get away with a lot,” I say to Soren. He has a soft spot for Reon and always has, even if he put the woman he loves into our hunt.
“He could have left,” he replies.
“That’s against the rules,” I remind him. “Or are rules meant to be broken now?”
I raise a brow at him, and he stands and taps me on the shoulder. “Always the abiding one, aren’t you, Arlo?” Then he leans down. “Unless it’s a pretty little thing to break.”
I smirk.
He walks off without giving me a chance to say anything back.
SEVEN
CORA
By the time I finally get around to visiting Arlo to give him the papers, it’s Monday. He’s at his office, and when I walk in, the receptionist smiles and asks if I have an appointment. I don’t.
“Could I just leave these with you? Arlo is expecting them. They’re regarding a property he’s just purchased.” Her gaze flicks to the paperwork in confusion before she looks back at me. Just as she goes to speak, Arlo’s office door swings open, and I hear a woman’s laugh. Do women laugh with Arlo? He’s always so serious and intimidating. My head turns in that direction, and that’s when I see Arlo nodding at something the woman says, which is followed by another one of her laughs. And then his eyes find mine, and the smirk that was on his lips is gone.
“You’ll have to excuse me, Lilith. I have some matters to attend to.”
The lady, whose name is apparently Lilith, turns to me, tilting her head to the side as she gives me a slow smile before sauntering out the door.
Arlo waves toward his office. “You can bring the paperwork in here.”
“I was just dropping it off, as you requested.”
“You’re late in doing so. Are you usually late?” he asks, which irks me because late is one thing I never am.
“Your paperwork took longer than expected. As soon as it was ready, I brought it, as you requested.”
I told Matty I wasn’t going to be long, so I left all my things in the car, even my phone. So when Arlo shuts the door behind me, I feel trapped.
“Please, take a seat. I’ll review the papers and sign now.”
“I can come back for them. I have other?—”
“Sit,” he commands, and my ass hits the couch before I can even think about it. He crosses over to me, and his hand briefly touches mine as he takes the paperwork before sitting in a chair across from me.
