Page 9 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

FIONA

I am such an idiot.

I take a deep breath and strive for composure.

I’m all topsy-turvy.

Seeing Adrian and Brody in my office, after the very erotic dream I had about them last night? Awkward.

Learning they’ve been asked by Xavier to show me around a sex club? More awkward.

Finding out their submissive died? Terrible. “I didn’t know,” I stammer, feeling the color rise on my cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

Adrian smiles slightly. “How could you know?” he asks reasonably. “You didn’t know Sandy.”

Two years ago. That would have been around the same time I was ending things with Raymond.

I’d envied their submissive. She had two perfect doms who adored her, and I’d made a failure of my only BDSM experience.

If they were single, I’d totally make a pass at them.

Last night, I said that to Avery. Now they’re here in my office, and I’m not so flippant. My insides clench at the thought of doing something so brave, so brazen as to make a pass at the two dominants.

You’re going to the club, and they’ve offered to be your mentors.

Could I ask Brody and Adrian to be more?

I want to. Even when I thought I was in love with Raymond, Adrian and Brody had been hard to ignore.

They were tall, ripped, and good-looking.

More than that, they had an air of effortless command about them.

Raymond barked orders, hoping he would be obeyed.

Adrian and Brody didn’t need to raise their voices.

Then again, Sandy had probably been a perfect submissive, able to read her dominants’ every mood. I, on the other hand, have demonstrated that I’m too stubborn and too independent to be a good submissive. Untrainable, Raymond used to call me.

Adrian and Brody probably have their pick of every submissive in the club. Even if I could summon up the courage to ask them out, why on Earth would they want me?

Then Brody speaks up. “It’s almost lunch,” he says, “and I’m starving. Would you like to join us, Fiona?”