Justin glanced between Master and Sir, then back to me. “So, are we still on for the Monday meeting?”
“Absolutely,” I told him with a grin. “And I have a ton of updates.”
“Have you placed an ad for another secretary?” Justin asked.
“Not yet, but I’ve got it prepared.” It wasn’t like it was difficult. I was going with their tried and true: REQUIREMENTS TO BE PROVIDED AT TIME OF INTERVIEW.
Surely, someone would be interested.
Perhaps a sweet little submissive whose world would be changed when she had the opportunity to work for some fabulous Doms.
Granted, she wouldn’t be as lucky as me. I’d been trained by four.
The next girl would only get the pleasure of two. But two was good.
I glanced over at Master and Sir.
Two was very, very good.
Epilogue
FOUR MONTHS LATER, JUNE
“HOW ARE THE INTERVIEWS COMING along, pet?” Master asked when I returned to my desk that afternoon.
I grimaced at the memory of the last two interviews. “Not very well.”
In an effort to find the person who would be an asset to the team, Justin and Ben had requested that I handle the initial interviews for those interested in the secretary position. I’d been at it for two solid months, talking to one person after another, hoping they would be a perfect fit for my previous bosses. I’d even enlisted Jordan’s help, but to no avail.
In the interim, I was still working for all four of them, although we had officially moved to the thirty-third floor now that the renovations were complete. Granted, they were just starting on the changes to the thirty-second floor, so there was still a lot going on. I continued to hold out hope that the next applicant would be the one to waltz in and blow our minds. Unfortunately, that had yet to happen.
Perhaps I was being too picky, but I wanted someone whose personality would mesh well with all of us. But I was also seeking someone who had the potential to become more for Justin and Ben. That was more difficult to find than I’d originally thought. I had liked one girl, a sweet little blonde fresh out of college, but Jordan had vetoed her before I could send her resume along to Justin and Ben. After a lot of discussion, I’d conceded. My best friend thought the girl was too young and far too immature. Looking back on it, I had to agree.
“We’ve scheduled one more for this afternoon. She should be here any minute,” I informed Master. “Hopefully, she’ll fare better than the others.”
“I’m sure it’ll all work out the way it’s supposed to.”
Footsteps sounded outside in the hallway and I continued to watch my office doorway until Sir appeared. He came to a stop beside Master, glancing between us as though trying to figure out what we were discussing.
I sighed. “I was just telling Master that the interviews aren’t going well.”
He nodded his understanding. “Maybe you need a little motivation.”
My insides warmed instantly. I’d gotten familiar with my masters’ motivational techniques, and I had to admit, I was quite fond of them.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
Before he could insist that I do something, my desk phone rang. I snatched up the receiver and put it to my ear.
“The next applicant is here,” Jordan informed me.
“Thanks. I’ll be right up.” I sighed when I hung up the phone. “Unfortunately, duty calls.”
Sir lifted an eyebrow. “Then we’ll merely relocate. She’ll have to wait.”
My eyes widened, but I didn’t argue when Sir took my arm and we started toward the front. I heard Master’s footsteps close behind.
When we stepped into the lobby, I instantly greeted the young woman. “I’m sorry, but I need to meet with my bosses for a few minutes.”
“Oh, sure,” she said sweetly, her eyes scanning Master and Sir before a huge grin took over her face. “Take your time.”
Oh, Lord. That was the last thing she should’ve said. Master and Sir would certainly do that now.
“I’ll be right back.” I turned to find Sir holding open the door to the conference room. Rather than panic, I walked right in. I knew that Jordan and the applicant would hear anything that took place, and perhaps they would see the shadows as well, but it wasn’t my place to argue with what Sir wanted. He was my Dom; therefore he made the rules. I merely abided by them.
“Start by undressing,” Sir instructed. “And I’ll be back in a minute.”
Sir slipped out of the room, but Master didn’t follow, instead choosing to lean against the wall near the door. He watched as I undressed, his eyes never leaving me.
“Present yourself,” he instructed.
I did as he requested, kneeling in front of the conference table as I waited for Sir to return.
A few minutes later, the door opened, then closed. Their feet finally appeared in front of my eyes and two hands settled on my head.
