Jax entered the conversation. “Because he had plans for other things, but he lost control.”
“I didn’t.” Callum interjected, like losing control was a bad thing.
Jax looked at him coolly over his shoulder, clearly not as nervous speaking his mind as Knox was. “It’s ok to lose control every once in a while.”
Callum rolled his eyes.
“What else were you planning on doing?”
All the boys looked at one another before Jax answered for the group. “We’ll save it for when you sign the papers. We don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
The kitchen fell into silence as we all thought about what that meant. They obviously knew what was planned, and I had no idea. I was vanilla, and I was getting the impression they were some sort of delicious dark chocolate. While nervous, I definitely wanted a taste.
I finished up my sandwich and pulled Jax aside before I left. In the craziness of last night, I had misplaced the form I needed to mark and sign, but I also clarified what I could and could not say about last night. I told him Lizzy knew me better than anyone and had a sixth sense about my sex life. She would know I had sex and would put two and two together and come up with Callum and how denying it would only create a dog with bone that she’d go after until she got to the bottom of it. He agreed that if it came up, I could discuss how we slept together, but gave me strict guidelines. No mention of group play, the room, the rest of them or the contract, or the fact there was an NDA to begin with. All things concerned, Callum and I slept together once and it will probably never happen again.
I understood why the NDA. They had a kink that few people understood and they didn’t want it getting out and staining their reputation in the business world. Which speaking of, I was curious how many pots they had their hands in. I knew of at least Vixen and Bo’s, but I felt like there were more. All upscale, with a certain class to it, and they were planning on something else.
I got home and toyed with taking a shower, but part of me didn’t want to wash off the remaining lavender scent on my skin. I wanted to hold on to as much of last night as I could. When I got to work, I texted Lizzy back, telling her I was safe, which resulted in an immediate call.
I was chuckling when I answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Good Morning to you too.”
“No. No. Nope. Spill.”
“What are you talking about?” I tried to play coy as best I could.
“Hooker, please. I know you were hoing it up last night with Mr. Fancy Pants.”
“How would you know something like that?”
“The looks you two were casting. How you came back all hot and bothered from the bathroom. How he demanded he was taking you home.”
I was silent a moment, which only further excited her. I could nearly feel her bouncing through the phone. “Can you do lunch today?”
“Hell to the fuckin’ yea, I can. Where are you taking me?”
“Meet you at the salad place at the corner of Third street, say noon?”
“Yasss Queen! I’m so happy your pussy got pummeled last night. Ciao Chica!” She hung up before I could say anything else. I was still smiling when I opened my laptop. I flipped through a few emails, but was having a terrible time concentrating.
I pulled out the contract from my bag and looked at it and started checking the boxes of yes, no, or maybe. I still wasn’t sure I was going to sign it and do this, but I could be prepared just in case.Just do the damn thing! You know you are. Why are you even pretending?
What if I could make it so good for them, they changed the rules for me? This wouldn’t be a few times thing, but long term? I started picturing what it would be like and a reel of sex movies started flickering through my mind. Sex in the kitchen. Sex in the voyeur room. Sex in the shower, bathtub, balcony- I’m sure they had a balcony. Sex at Vixen. We would just be having lots of sex all the time everywhere.
What would it be like to date club owners? They’d be gone every Thursday through Sunday night with half-dressed women throwing themselves at them, because come on, who wouldn’t? Would they eventually find one they wanted more than me? What would my future look like? I had always planned on getting married and having kids, because that's what society told me I had to do. But with them that didn’t seem to be an option because I couldn’t marry four of them and kids. I laughed. How would you explain that? Whose would it be? Could you imagine little Sammy or Julie going into school and telling everyone they have four daddies and one mommy? During parent-teacher conferences, five of us show up. On emergency contacts, only the mother and father could be listed. Whose name would go there?
My head collapsed onto my desk.
“Are you ok?”My assistant walked into the room.
“Yes.” I looked up and realized what was on my desk and quickly shifted papers on top of it like I was cleaning up. “What’s up?”
“A group of us are going out to lunch. You haven’t left your office all morning, so I wanted to see if I needed to pick you up something.”
“What?” I looked at the time on the corner of my computer and it was almost lunchtime. Holy cow! “Sorry. No. All good. I have lunch plans.”
