Page 73 of The More the Merrier

The look of stunned shock on Blaze’s face would normally have been amusing, except that his friend’s expression mimicked Gregor’s feelings to a tee. How could the sultry submissive goddess from last night, be the same woman who had waltzed in a moment ago? She was a cross between a secretary and a librarian, though she was neither. She was far more than either of those. The moment the words “sexy sectarian” popped into his mind, he knew they fit her to perfection.

Regardless of her new title, there had to be a mix-up. Had he approached the wrong woman after all? And, if so, why didn’t she speak up? He already knew the answer to that. She’d fallen for his dominance like a lamb to the slaughter, and that in itself was highly unusual unless she was a trained submissive like the woman he was supposed to hook up with. The woman that Atticus had arranged for him.

Wait.Atticus.Could he be the one responsible for the mess he currently found himself in? Blaze turned to Gregor, looking more than a little concerned, more on the furious side.

“What the hell just happened? Have you two met before?”

“I will explain, let’s go have breakfast and allow me to shareA Comedy of Errorswith you.”

“Shakespeare?”

“Exactly right.” Gregor steered Blaze over to the nearby table in the private room where the meeting was to take place. Gregor had thought to keep things more informal as technically, this was the holidays for his company, the downtime to celebrate after the pre-Christmas push and activity. Many of his employees took time off to be with family and their six-night celebrations were his time to be with his people. He wasn’t a social butterfly like Atticus, preferring his time to be solitary, except for a few close friends, and of course, his roommate. Which was why the six-day corporate celebrations meant so much to him.

Gregor had come to look forward to it, and every year as the company grew, so did their events. This year was proving to be unique, and he couldn’t help but wonder where the cards would land after being gusted around. He really did feel like he was in one of Shakespeare’s plays and wondered if “The Bard” was looking down and laughing at him right now.

While Blaze perused the menu, Gregor replayed his encounter from the night before with his new employee, Claire. Technically he hadn’t hired her yet and could change his mind. But it would make things awkward between him and Claire’s ex-boss, and head of his first expansion outside of Colorado. He could always foist her off on another department. But he really needed a replacement for Susan, like yesterday.

Gregor sighed, there was norightmove to make here, just run damage control and try his best to ignore the woman who would fuel his fantasies for a very long time to come.

Order placed; Blaze leaned back in his chair. “Okay, tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Regardless, Claire is like a younger sister to me, and I feel very protective of her, so spill.”

“I’ll give you the Cliff’s Notes version. Atticus arranged for one of Madame Cheri’s girls for me last night. I was told to find the woman at the bar in the cat mask and I did.”

Blaze looked confused. “What does this have to do with Claire?”

“Everything!” Gregor threw his hands up in frustration. “The woman in the mask was Claire. I had the best night of my life with a woman who’s supposed to be my new PA. I don’t know how the mix-up happened. But when I looked into her eyes just a short time ago, I knew it was her. She heard my voice and well, you saw what happened.”

Blaze’s face took on a parody of expressions that would have, in usual circumstances made Gregor laugh. So, when Blaze began to chuckle, and then downright laugh, he couldn’t help but join in. It was, after all, rather ridiculous.

“Why do I feel like Atticus is behind this?” Blaze wiped his eyes. “Remember in football camp, he was always pranking the players.”

“Oh, I remember as I was usually the one bailing his skinny ass out of trouble.”

“Funny, how you two became inseparable, especially with how different you are. You’d think oil and water but you’re more like peanut butter and banana.”

“I’ll be the banana, thank you very much.” Gregor’s dry comment was met with more laughter from Blaze.

“Seriously, man, what are you going to do about Claire? I need to know that you’ll put your personal feelings aside and do the right thing. Claire is a natural submissive, with a very rocky past and has had only one serious relationship which ended badly. She’s been taking care of a sick mother for a few years, and it’s worn her down.”

“What happened to the mother?”

Their conversation was temporarily halted with the return of their server carrying two large plates loaded full of pancakes, bacon, hashbrowns, and eggs. When he left, they continued.

“She died a few weeks ago. The woman had a lot of issues and little Claire was forced into parenting her parent. She needs someone to nurture her and honestly, I don’t think you are the right fit for her.”

Gregor’s hackles rose. He was aware of his reputation but what Blaze didn’t know, what no one knew except for Atticus and himself was whomevertheyfell for would be well looked after. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Not an insult, you know me better than that. Claire needs someone less temperamental. You know, less grumpy. You do have a reputation, Gregor, even you have to admit you require a special type of sub to fulfill your needs and I don’t think Claire is that one for you.”

Gregor disagreed wholeheartedly. The way her sweet pussy wept whenever he made a command on her body. The soft moans that escaped her mouth when he growled in her ear. “I think it’s best for all of us if I place her elsewhere when our celebrations come to an end, and things go back to normal. I have no desire to be involved in anything complicated.”

“I agree.”

“Good now that we are both agreed, I have a few things to look after before our sleigh ride this afternoon. I gotta make sure Dasher’s hoof is healed.”

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