An unexpected laugh pops from my mouth. “Why?”
“It’s red. And red means stop. You should fill that out.” He nods at the packet. “Take your time.”
That night,I stare down at the list. Some of it I’ve experienced already, and I enjoyed it. Nipple torture, strong five. Sadism, yes please. Bondage, absolutely. My pen pauses next to clit torture. A quick internet search tells me that it is probably just like nipple torture, only more. With my stomach flipping over, I put a five next to it.
Some of it sounds crazy painful for an alpha. Cock trampling, not appealing. Ball crushing, people like that? Does Oz? Will he want that? I skip it and move on to the next section. Teasing, orgasm denial, forced orgasm; check, check, and check. Male dominance, uh, they are alphas. Queening, just the idea has slick gathering between my legs.
Restraint has a whole section on top of the bondage. Looking up some of them makes me sure they aren’t for me. While others pique my interest. Medical play…all ones, you can keep your needles and knives far away from me, thank you.
Impact play. All of it as long as I’m not bleeding. Deprivation of the senses gets a lot of high marks, and I pause over kidnapping before marking it with a three. How would that even work? The second I saw them, I’d know what it was.
The list goes on, and by the time I’ve filled in the last line, my eyes are tired, and I’m ready for bed.
The second my head hits the pillow, I’m wide awake. Excitement swirls through me, and I run through everything that can happen now. Every fantasy that I might be able to live. The urge to tell Dee has me grabbing my phone, only to see it is after one a.m. and I’m not calling her this late just to tell her I get to have lots of sex.
I snort and roll over. Once the sun starts to rise and peek through my windows, I give up any pretense that I may get some sleep and throw my covers off. I take a quick shower and skip my scent blocker pill and lotion. Anticipation drives each decision. I pull on a mini skirt, skipping the panties. And a button-up shirt, with one of my bras that opens in the front. Then put on natural makeup, hoping it doesn’t look like I tried too hard.
Not that it matters; they will smell my perfume the second I see any of them. I won’t be able to contain it.
Chapter
Twelve
As it turns out,I completely spaced on the fact that they were in court today. So my whole preparation for the day was all for nothing. Before leaving, I slip into Wade’s office and place the list face down on his desk. They sometimes come back to the office to drop files off. But even if he doesn't, he will find it in the morning.
On my way out the door, I call Dee, and she agrees to meet at the local bar. There isn’t much else to do in Blue Ridge after all the businesses close for the night. I head to the bar instead of home; she doesn’t care what I look like, so office wear it is.
She arrives not long after me, and I wave her down from the booth I scored. “I ordered your favorite.”
Her brows go up as she slides into the booth. “Not that IPA right?”
I laugh. “No, your real favorite.”
The waitress arrives, revealing what I think is her favorite. “A cosmo! What are we celebrating?”
I press my lips together, holding in my smile. “It’s official—I’m fucking my bosses.”
She sputters over her drink, her eyes going wide. When I just grin across the table at her, she says, “Holy shit, you're serious. Tell me everything!”
Once I’m done, she’s half way through her cosmo and I’ve completely finished my strawberry margarita.
“Just don’t let your heart get involved, you’ll get hurt,” she says.
I nod like I agree, but I’m pretty sure my heart got involved last Friday if not way before that.
“Shit, Ally, I know that look.”
“It’s okay, I know it’s just fun,” I sigh, lying to both of us. “Want a snack?”
She glances at her watch. “Nah, I have an early morning. My bed’s calling my name.”
I deflate slightly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Tomorrow or Saturday, snacks and pizza at your place? As long as you’re notbusy.”
After agreeing to text her tomorrow, we settle the bill and head out.
The next morning, the guys are back in the office. The air vibrates with sexual energy the whole day. Not that they act on it. No, today they are the perfectly presented lawyers, and if it weren’t for the heated looks, I’d think I imagined the other day.
