“How is this conversation helping us figure things out with Olaf?” I asked.
“You know I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think it was helpful,” Edward said.
I gave him eye contact. “You’re the only one in this room that I would keep answering these questions for.”
“I know, and thank you,” he said.
“For Edward, but not for Nicky,” Olaf said.
I glanced at Nicky, and he said, “I top her in the dungeon, but she takes Edward’s orders outside of the bedroom better than mine.”
I didn’t like the wording, but I couldn’t exactly argue with it, so I let it go. “What was the question again?” I asked.
“Who else dominates you or tops you?”
“Besides Nicky, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Does it really matter who?”
“Perhaps not, but how many besides Nicky?”
“Edward,” I said, looking at him.
“Please answer him, Anita,” Edward said.
“Fine.” I counted mentally. “Two.”
“I count more than that,” Nicky said.
I frowned at him. “Asher and Richard, that’s it.”
“Jean-Claude joins you and Richard sometimes, or you and Asher, so he counts.”
“Okay, three.”
Nicky looked at me as if I was missing something.
“What?” I asked.
Angel said, “I’ve been with you when you had sex with a lot of the others, and you really don’t ever do just straight vanilla sex.”
“I do, too,” I said, and meant it.
“Not often,” she said.
I shrugged. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
“I’m probably the closest to straight vanilla that Anita has,” Edward said.
Again, Olaf didn’t know he’d just lied his ass off. But just his saying it made me want to squirm with embarrassment, which was probably what kept me from smelling like lies. I was so embarrassed, I was masking Olaf’s werelion senses.
“Anita likes rough enough to keep me happy,” Nicky said.
“So when I said I would be willing to do straight vanilla sex for Anita, that is not what interests her either?” Olaf asked.
“Not usually,” Nicky said.