“Wait. Let me preface this by saying…I left you two alone on purpose. I wanted you to get closer. I don’t want you thinking you can only fuck when I’m there to watch, like you’re a couple of performing monkeys or something.”
“Okay…” Drake replies.
Hunter is reading his expression. “Did you not have sex this whole time?”
“Almost the whole time…” I add.
“Seriously?” Hunter asks, staring at Drake in confusion.
“Well, it’s not like we had any rules to follow. I didn’t know.”
Finally, Hunter laughs. “Well, that’s your fucking fault.”
“Great,” Drake says, throwing his hands up. “Two months I kept my dick to myself, and now you’re saying I wasn’t supposed to?”
“Don’t worry,” Hunter adds. “You’ll be making up for it soon. I love watching you two fuck.”
As we start to get our clothes back on, I can’t help but wonder if it’s supposed to be harder than this. It really shouldn’t be this easy; I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Once we’re dressed and ready to go, the three of us move toward the door and pause.
“What if someone is out there?” Drake asks, looking at both of us.
“Well…we just made out in front of a room full of people so…what are you worried about?”
Drake responds with a shrug as he pulls open the door, and sure enough…Eden St. Claire is standing on the other side. She’s coming out of a room of her own alone, but her eyes instantly freeze on us as she assesses the damage—my messy hair, Drake’s wrinkled clothes, Hunter’s smug expression.
As Salacious’s resident Madame and the embodiment of female sexual prowess, Eden doesn’t shock easily. But as she stares at us for a few long seconds, I can’t help but notice the curiosity in her eyes.
“Don’t look so shocked, Eden,” Hunter replies as he holds open the door for us.
“Oh, I’mnotsurprised. I’m actually a little relieved. I was waiting for this to happen.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to get that a lot,” Drake replies.
I feel her arm loop through mine as she smiles at me. With her dark black hair pulled into a ponytail, she smiles at me wickedly. “Seems only fair that you add another girl to the mix to even things out.”
“Get away from my wife, Eden,” Hunter says in warning.
“Why does everyone say that to me?” she asks, and we all laugh. I have no interest in being with a woman, but no one can resist the appeal of Madame Kink herself.
The four of us continue down the long hallway toward the exit. Eden is still clutching my arm as Hunter watches with annoyance and Drake with playful interest.
“You’re a lucky girl, Isabel,” she mumbles quietly before planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. Then she pulls away and heads in the opposite direction. “Have fun, guys.”
With a smile, I reach for Drake’s hand and loop my arm through Hunter’s.
“I personally think that is a fantastic idea,” Drake says, and a laugh slips through my lips. It feels ridiculous to be this happy, but I am. And even though I really don’t see myself taking Eden up on her offer, I know what she said is right.
I am one lucky girl.
Rule #40: Be flexible.
Hunter
“How canyou listen to this crap?”
“Easy. I have taste,” I reply coolly as we pull into the studio’s parking lot. Drake switches the radio station, and I roll my eyes before turning it back, using the controls on the back of the steering wheel.