I took a huge bite of my sandwich to avoid blurting out that I honestly hoped Edge and Cav would be the ones to take it in the very near future.
There were some things a girl needed to keep to herself.
Although our classes didn’t align well, our schedules always seemed to.Like me, Tiffany was pursuing her doctorate in psychology, a major she’d chosen after she’d taken a psychology class her freshman year.We actually met on campus, in a study group.We’d become fast friends, along with Jonah Watson, another student in that study group.It hadn’t taken long to realize how much the three of us had in common, and since then, we’d spent countless hours in each other’s company.
“What’s his name?”
“Gregory Edge,” I said, not bothering to pretend not to know who she was talking about.
“Master Edge,” she said dreamily.“Has a nice ring to it.”
That it did.
Tiffany leaned closer.“Did he spank you?”
I laughed through my embarrassment.“No, he did not.”
“Too bad.”
“We talked,” I explained.“He showed me around.His friend showed up, and the three of us wandered the club together.”
She pointed a French fry at me.“He has a friend?”
“I’m sure he has a lot of friends.”I grabbed the Coke we were sharing.
“Is he single?”
“Yes.”I didn’t bother to tell her that I was also interested in him.I couldn’t.Not yet.
“Did you guys talk about sexy things?”
“We did.”I went on to explain how I’d mentioned that I was working on my dissertation and that I needed their help.I didn’t go into detail about the theme room or the way Edge had gone all alpha on me.I was still trying to wrap my head around that myself.
“So they agreed to help you with your paper?”
I nodded.“They agreed to let me get a glimpse into BDSM.”
“You’re so lucky.Why didn’t I do something on human sexuality?”she asked absently.“You get to have all the fun.”
This coming from the girl who’d had at least one date a week for the past couple of years.
Okay, maybe not that many, but Tiffany certainly had a more active social life than I did.Despite the fact she was frequently going out with men, she wasn’t interested in settling down.According to her, she was playing the field.And though one date a week would equate to roughly fifty-two men per year, Tiffany was extremely discriminating when it came to who she slept with.
“How’s Mark?”I asked, referring to the only man she allowed herself to be intimate with.According to Tiffany, they were friends with benefits and mutually exclusive when it came to sex.She insisted that it was safer that way.
I had to agree with her.I liked Mark.He was a nice guy, but he certainly wasn’t the type of guy I would see Tiffany with in the long run.
She smiled dreamily.“He’s good.He came over last night.”She grinned widely.“We spent some time studying.”
Did I mention Mark O’Conner was a professor at the school?Well, he was, and Tiffany was enjoying the time she spent with him.
“Of course you did.”I wrapped up the other half of my sandwich, tucking it back into the bag.I would save it for dinner since my classes ran late on Monday night.
“When are you going back to the club?”
I shrugged, finished off what she left me of the chocolate shake.“Don’t know.”
“Are you seeing Master Edge again?”The way she said his name, all breathless, made it sound like a taboo relationship.
