An hour later, the food was delivered. A few minutes after that, the frolicking threesome came inside. While we remained out of sight for the moment, I could see everything they were doing. Heard Heaven’s excitement that there was food. As a way of encouraging the outcome, we’d put it in the living room, hoping they’d follow the lead.
“Feeding us, Mr. Novak?” Everly teased, curling into the sofa, a carton of food in her hand, chopsticks her method of both eating and animating her conversation.
“Have to ensure you have the energy to”—he smirked—“keep up with me.”
I admired the blush that heightened his color. Dante was a spectacular man, there was no doubt about that. And I was falling. Hard.
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Heaven rasped.
As they sat there, eating and talking, I watched Dante. He was relaxed, smiling, something I hadn’t seen much from him. Yeah, Ian was right, we hadn’t been fair to him. However, there’d been too many missing pieces and the last thing I ever wanted to do was inflict pain when there was the potential to avoid it. Had I taken him without knowing his history, I would’ve done more harm than good.
Heaven bounced to her feet, taking their discarded cartons to the kitchen. Rather than set them out of the way, she disposed of them appropriately, ensuring the kitchen was clean before she joined them once more.
“Come here,” Dante told her when she returned.
“I took care of cleaning up, Mr. Novak. Wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble.”
And there was our cue.
“Trouble?” he laughed. “What makes you think I’d get in any trouble?” He motioned around the room, pulling off the arrogant rich boy persona to a T. “I’m the king of this castle.”
Ian stepped into the room. “Is that right?”
As though she’d really been busted by some authority figure, Everly squealed, covering her nakedness with her arms.
Heaven tried to slip behind Dante, her eyes wary as she watched Ian walk toward them.
“Who is he?” Heaven whispered loudly, speaking to Dante.
I joined my brother, keeping my hands in the pockets of my slacks and scoping out the scene.
“Who are you?” Heaven asked, her eyes darting over to me.
“You want to tell them, Dante?” I prompted. “Or should I?”
His eyes glazed. “They’re my Masters.”
Heaven pulled back from him, glaring. “Your what? Who says stuff like that?”
God, she was cute.
“I think the more important question is, who are you?” Ian asked. “And what exactly are you doing naked in my living room?”
“We… We were … uh…” Everly played the demure virgin. “We were working, Sir. Uh … then we took a break.”
“Working?” Ian glanced back at me before returning his attention to her. “Are you whores?”
“As if,” Heaven snapped. “We’re maids. We were cleaning.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Cleaning what?”
Everly’s eyes cut to the pile of clothes on the floor. “We should … uh … probably be going.”
“Are you finished with the job?” Ian asked.
“No, Sir. Not yet. But we can finish,” she said in a hurry, putting one foot on the floor as though she was going to make a beeline for her clothes.
I removed the temptation for her, kicking them out of the way.
“Since you’re keen on being naked, perhaps you should finish the job like that.”
She got to her feet, not quite sure how to cover herself completely. Her arms crossed over herself once, twice, then she gave up and dropped them to her sides. With her cute little chin tipped up, she walked over to the feather duster, picked it up.
I took the spot she had vacated on the sofa while Ian walked around, gripped Heaven’s arm, and gave her a gentle nudge. “Go on. Pretend we’re not even here.”
Dante moved to the center cushion, sitting stiffly between us, his hands covering his erection.
“Decided to have a party while we were gone, huh?” Ian asked him.
“No, Master. It was… We were…”
I kept my eyes on Everly. “Does your employer know you offer naked cleaning services?”
She swallowed hard. “We don’t, Sir. We… This is the first time.”
“Is that so? And we’re the lucky ones to watch you work?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, I’d like to see what I’m paying for.” I motioned toward a lower shelf. “I think you missed a spot.”
Her cheeks turned a perfect rosy pink. “Yes, Sir.”
“Slowly,” I instructed.
In a sassy move, Everly bent at the waist, spread her legs and took a generous amount of time to swipe the imaginary dust from the bottom shelf, her pretty pussy on full display.
“Very nice,” Ian crooned. “And you? Care to show us what we’re spending our money on?”
Heaven covered her breasts with her arm. “Actually, Sir. I… It’s not really in my job description.”
“Neither is seducing our property,” I bit out.
Her eyes widened. “Your property?” She frowned. “How can you let them call you that?” Her eyes shot back to mine. “I can’t believe you could degrade him like that.”
