“Top secret, huh?”
“Actually, it is. Well, not so much top secret as it is discreet. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you much of anything about it, but I figure you’ll get to see it for yourself one day.”
I wasn’t so sure of that. After all, we were going back to work the day after tomorrow, and I figured at that point things would get back to normal. And by normal, I meant that I would be spending more time with my bosses in the office and less out of it. I knew that these past two weeks had been a fluke. They were being kind to me, ensuring I wasn’t spending all my time alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I truly appreciated it. I enjoyed spending time with them outside of the office, but I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that this was a forever sort of thing. Master and Sir weren’t falling in love with me and they weren’t going to whisk the princess away at midnight and make all her dreams come true.
Sure, they would probably make quite a few come true. Dreams I hadn’t even known I had until I met them. Most of them would involve me being naked, I was sure.
“One of these days, I want you to come to my place for dinner. Dale keeps asking about you.”
I smiled, glancing over at our table to see Dale conversing with Master and Sir like they were old friends. Perhaps they were. If they were all members of some club, then I was sure they’d spent some time together.
I turned my attention back to Jordan. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were a Dom?”
“Would you have known what that meant?” he countered.
“No, probably not. Not until recently anyway.”
“Sometimes, it’s best to learn from experience, kiddo.”
I didn’t know about all that. Sure, I understood what he was trying to say, but it would’ve made things a lot easier if he’d come out and said, “Hey, I know exactly what you’re going through. Let’s chat.”
And I was probably being unfair to Jordan. It wasn’t his place to school me on Domination and submission, but I couldn’t deny that finding out two of my closest friends were in the lifestyle and I never knew still bothered me.
The song ended and Jordan paused in the middle of the floor.
“Thank you for the dance, kind sir,” I told him sweetly.
“And thank you, fair maiden.”
I giggled. God, I had missed Jordan so much. I couldn’t wait for our next lunch date. I wanted to get as much information from him as I possibly could.
•
The night flew by as we chatted with people, some I knew, some I didn’t. It was lively and fun and everyone seemed to be having a good time. As promised, it was kept completely vanilla, even during the countdown to the new year, when Master and Sir took me out on the heated veranda and we watched a fireworks display at the stroke of midnight.
Or maybe the fireworks had been all in my head when both of my masters had kissed me until I was out of breath. I’d always heard that the person you kissed at midnight would be the one you spent the next year with. Since I had kissed both Master and Sir, I wondered what that would mean, other than possibly I would still be employed by the end of the year.
Fortunately, I didn’t have time to dwell on it when Master and Sir decided to call it a night shortly after one in the morning. After saying our good-byes to TJ and his harem of submissives, the limo returned and we headed back to the city.
We finally arrived at the apartment a little after two and that was when the party resumed.
“So, what did you think of the vanilla evening?” Sir asked me.
“It was interesting.” I smiled. “Although I’m curious how the two of you could last through such a dreadfully boring event.”
Master smacked my ass, making me giggle.
“Boring, huh?” Sir teased.
“Absolutely.” I pretended to be put out. “I mean, come on. No one was naked, there were no spanking benches or…or…torture tools.”
“Torture tools?” Master sounded intrigued. “You’re interested in torture tools, huh?”
“Me?” I pressed my hand to my heart. “Of course not. I’m a good girl, don’t you know? Prim and proper. I would’ve been shocked to the roots of my hair by…torture tools.”
Both men stalked me, the heat in their eyes evident.
Sir was the one to speak as he brushed my hair back over my shoulder. “It’s been a long, dreadfully boring night,” he said softly. “From the moment I saw you in this dress, I wanted to see you out of it.”
I feigned exasperation. “You mean…naked?”
“I do.” He fingered the thin strap on my shoulder. “I love seeing you naked, sweet girl.”
