Page 80 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Langston nodded slightly. “My apologies. Your fuck toys,” he corrected. “How are they, anyway?”

I shrugged and stared out the window. “I’m thinking it’s time to cut them loose.”

“Yeah? They do somethin’ wrong?”

“They’re getting too attached.”

“Translated to mean you’re tired of them,” Langston stated, his tone serious.

“No. Actually, that’s not the case at all.” Which surprised the hell out of me. I’d spent a solid week with them. I should’ve been ready to move on, but I found I wasn’t. Even after the drama from yesterday, I didn’t relish the idea of sending them on their way. I wanted to say that was due to the fact there were two of them. That broke up the monotony rather well. I had a million more scenes already planned out in my mind, and I’d been looking forward to taking it one day at a time.

“You goin’ to the club tonight?” Langston asked.

“Not sure yet.”

“You talk to Greg lately?”

Langston’s sudden topic change caught me by surprise. “No. Why?”

“Rumor has it he’s bringin’ a submissive to the club on a guest pass.”

“When?”

“Tonight.” Langston drummed his fingers on the table. “Found that interesting.”

It was obvious Langston was fishing. I wasn’t going to fall for the bait. “News to me.”

Langston grinned. “Yeah? I talked to Ransom yesterday.”

“Spit it out, Moore.”

Langston appeared unfazed by my gruff command. “I’m pretty sure you and this submissive have a last name in common.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I guess you’ve got your answer as to whether or not I’ll be at the club.”

The man sobered somewhat. “She’s in good hands, Lautner.”

“I know. That was why I asked him to show her around. Give her a taste.”

“You don’t think it’ll stick, do ya? You’re hopin’ he’ll scare her off?”

“I don’t want Jamie going to one of those shit hole clubs. That’s the only reason I asked him.”

“Smart.”

I wasn’t sure about that. Allowing my baby sister into the club was a gamble. Perhaps she was more in tune with her desires than I wanted to believe. It was possible she was a true submissive. Which meant, once she got a taste of it, she might not be able to walk away. I could only hope Greg took care of her. Otherwise, the man would be walking with a limp.

A knock sounded on the door behind me. I spun my chair around as I called for the person to enter.

Dale appeared. “Mr. Lautner, your one o’clock is here.”

I glanced at my watch. It was only twelve thirty. “They can wait. Once Ben comes back, you can send them in.”

“Sure thing.” He disappeared as fast as he had appeared.

“Any potential in the pool?” Langston asked when Dale closed the door.

“A little.” I wasn’t about to tell him I was having a hard time focusing on these damn interviews because my mind was back at my house with the fuck toys who had somehow changed the game on me.