Page 138 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“Gotta wait for Jonah,” I told her. “I’m only going to tell the story one time.”
Tiffany squealed. “Oh, my God. You did it, didn’t you? You told them?” She skipped over to me. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
It was my turn to squeal. “I did!”
Tiffany fist-bumped the air, then threw her arms around my neck. “I’m so freaking happy for you.”
We were laughing when Jonah walked in. He scanned the scene momentarily. “What’d I miss? What happened?”
He marched over, his hands vibrating as though he couldn’t handle not knowing for another second.
“I did it!” I exclaimed. “I told them.”
They both threw their arms around me, bouncing in a circle like a couple of goofballs.
When we separated, Jonah took my hands, his expression serious. “Tell me everything.” He tugged me over to the sofa. “And I mean everything.”
“Well…” I launched into the story about how I’d gone over to Cav’s hotel to tell them both I loved them.
“They said it first?” Tiffany interrupted, her mouth hanging open. “That’s awesome.”
“I know.” I felt like a teenager, all giddy and silly. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I thought about what had happened last night, my belly filled with butterflies.
“The next thing you know, you’ll be moving in with them.”
I shook my head. “No, not yet. I have to focus on school. That’s the most important thing right now.”
“Doesn’t mean you couldn’t live with them and go to school,” Jonah said.
I was taking this one day at a time and I explained as much. I wasn’t looking to jump into anything before the time was right. My best friends knew I was practical when it came to most situations.
Then again, I didn’t feel all that practical when it came to Edge and Cav. Right now, I just wanted to spend as much time with them as I could.
“How’s your paper coming along?” Tiffany asked when she headed for the kitchen to load up on snacks.
“I’m not sure this experience is going to get me the information I need,” I told her truthfully. “But I’m hoping Edge might let me do a few interviews.”
“I’ve got a question,” Jonah mentioned as he was pouring wine into three glasses. “Since they told you they loved you, does that mean they’re going to collar you, too? Isn’t that how it works?”
He carried over two glasses, passed them over, then retrieved one for himself.
“I don’t know how it works,” I admitted, crossing my legs and relaxing into the corner of the sofa. “I don’t think it’s an avenue we’re really going to pursue.”
My friends looked as though I’d hit them both with a Taser.
“Really? Doesn’t he manage a BDSM club?”
“We haven’t really talked about it,” I explained, my attention shifting to my glass. “I think I’m going to quit the submissive training class.”
“What?” Tiffany made a dramatic turn toward me. “Why?”
I shrugged. “It’s not really my thing.”
“For reals?” Jonah asked.
“For reals,” I confirmed with a smile. “I mean, I like playing. I enjoy the role-playing, but I don’t see myself kneeling on the floor when they snap their fingers. I’ve got some submissive tendencies, but I’m not a submissive.”
When neither of them spoke, I went on to explain the two scenes I’d witnessed at the club. I told them all about the way the twin Doms had dictated Everly’s actions and the way she’d reacted. It was evident Everly was into it. In a way I could never be.
“Wow. That’s … hot.” Tiffany grinned. “But I see your point. Not sure I could do it, either.”
“I could,” Jonah declared. “I so could.”
I couldn’t keep the laugh in. “You could not. The second some man told you to drop to your knees, you’d be all up in his face snapping your fingers and telling him off.”
“True,” he acknowledged, laughing. “But I could pretend.”
“I can, too,” I told them. “That’s why I like the role-playing.” I went on to give them a high level of the school room and what had happened, leaving out the most intimate parts.
Tiffany snagged a piece of cheese from Jonah’s plate when she’d finished off her own. “Tell me something.”
I watched her, waiting for her question.
“Are they hot together?”
I didn’t pretend not to know who she was talking about. “So hot,” I said with a giggle.
Jonah huffed. “You are so lucky.”
The three of us went into a fit of giggles.
Two hours later, Tiffany was snoozing in my cuddle chair while Jonah was passed out on my sofa and I was sitting on the floor, watching the credits roll on the episode of Criminal Minds I’d been watching on Netflix.
My cell phone buzzed, so I snatched it up, tossed blankets over my friends, then headed for my bedroom. I closed the door, settled on my bed, smiling as I read the first text message.
Cav: Hey, cupcake. You still up?
