“BDSM,” Ben explained.
My eyes cut back to Sir. “Okay.” That explained a lot. “But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Kristen felt as though you’d be a good fit, not only for the position but for us.”
I started shaking, the news hitting me like a two-by-four to the face. It almost sounded as though my friend had pimped me out to…her Dom friends. Why? Why would she do that to me?
Sir moved toward me, his hand cupping my face, forcing me to look at him. I sucked in air.
“We agreed to do the interview. But the day you showed up, not a single one of us can deny that we felt a spark, a connection with you. It might sound strange, but it happened. The decision to hire you was unanimous. We wanted to see where this might lead.”
I took that to mean my resume hadn’t played into it at all.
Which meant they hadn’t hired me because they thought I’d be a good fit for the company, they merely thought…
I shook my head. I couldn’t think about that. Not if I was expected to keep my cool.
I waited, relishing the feel of Sir’s thumb as it brushed over my cheek. It was the only safe thing in the chaos engulfing me and I feared it wasn’t going to last long enough. I didn’t know what to think, what to believe, or even what to feel. This was rapidly spiraling out of control. Or maybe that was just my life.
I felt as though I’d been misled. I thought for some reason, they had…come to like me on their own. Not because my friend had convinced them I’d be a good fit for their kinky fetishes.
“Not all of us have had our fair share of you,” Justin whispered from across the room.
I started to speak, but Sir pressed his thumb over my lips. “It’s not your fault. It’s ours. We were just getting comfortable with the way things were going but then…” His eyes lifted and he peered over my shoulder at his twin. “They changed.”
When he looked back at me, I waited patiently for him to continue. He didn’t.
I could see a torrent of emotion in his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.
“We aren’t all on board with this change,” Justin stated. “Like I said, we haven’t all had the chance to explore where this thing is going.”
I dared to look over at Ben, who discreetly nodded.
Justin continued, “So, we’ve decided that going forward the choice would be yours.”
Oh, God. I seriously hoped they weren’t expecting me to choose between them. That didn’t seem fair at all. After the time I’d spent with Landon and Langston…I was scared where my heart was at. I’d given it some thought over the past couple of weeks and Sir was right about one thing. It was moving rather quickly, the dynamic changing into something that I didn’t recognize. Something I wasn’t sure I was even ready for. However, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d fallen in love with both Landon and Langston.
And maybe that was what the issue was. Did Justin feel slighted? As though I’d done this on purpose?
“We’re gonna make this easy on you, sweet girl,” Sir said, shifting so that he was facing me, his elbows resting on his knees. “As easy as we can, anyway.”
“However,” Master chimed in, “you are not to make the decision today. Once we lay out the options, we want you to go home and think about it.”
Justin spoke up. “We’re giving you tomorrow off. Paid, of course. And we want you to give it some serious consideration.”
I was so freaking confused. How had we gone from having a good time on the island, then a party on New Year’s, to me making a decision that could very well destroy what we’d already established? And what about my job? Why were they acting as though that was secondary to this?
“On Thursday morning,” Sir said, “once we’re all in the office, we’ll reconvene to hear your answer. Of course, if you need more time than that, you simply have to ask. Remember, there is no wrong answer, Luci. No one will hold it against you, regardless.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. I’d heard something along those lines before. Like back in high school when I told Joey Williams that I only wanted to be friends. He told me that he understood. And though we’d spent the first three months of eleventh grade hanging out, he never spoke to me after that. Not one time.
So, no one could blame me for not buying into the whole there is no wrong answer bullshit.
However, I didn’t think this was the time or place to explain that to them. Instead, I scanned the room, glancing at the others. They each nodded. The only one who looked remotely worried was Master. My heart ached at the thought of what options they might be giving me.
