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Blinking slowly, I tried to absorb this new perspective on Reesia. I suddenly knew why Aiden advised me she’d be a good person to ask about the kink list. I appreciated her honesty without sugarcoating, too.

“Wow, that’s a lot,” I sighed. An annoying yet realistic thought crept into my mind. My professors went to this club, and Reesia seemed very adventurous. “Have you...” I stopped myself, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

It was entirely possible that one, if not all, of them had done stuff with Reesia. I hated the thought, and I really didn’t want that to be the case. I was a jealous person, as much as I didn’t want to be. Even if something had happened between them, I couldn’t judge anyone for it. It would have been before they met me. I couldn’t even justify asking them not to be friends with her anymore because it wasn’t my place. I hated myself for being so insecure about something that may or may not have happened.

“What?” she smiled. “You can ask me anything. I wish I had a girl to teach me or warn me about certain things when I first started. I just had Collin—which isn’t bad! It was just hard to ask sometimes,” she rushed out.

How did I ask this without sounding like I was accusing her or my professors of anything? Should I ask? I’d always be curious if I didn’t, but I was worried I’d screw things up if I did.

“I don’t want to overstep, and I’m not even sure I really want to know the answer—”

“Odette,” Reesia stopped walking in front of a store. She gave me a genuine, comforting smile that I wasn’t expecting. “Nothing has ever happened between me and any of them,” she assured, picking up on my worries. “That would be so weird! They’re like... not brothers because they’ve seen me naked, but there’s no way in hell. I’m pretty sure they can hardly stand me most days, and the feeling’s mutual.”

I raised my eyebrows at her. “You missed an important part of that,” I tried not to laugh at her ability to change the subject so many times during one sentence. She jumped around a lot when talking, and it was challenging to keep up.

“Oh! My bad,” she laughed. “I mean, we go to the same club, and there have been times when Collin has asked them to watch to try and embarrass me,” she explained.

For some reason, I didn’t care about that. I guess I’d already assumed the worst, so this wasn’t bad. They’d slept with other women and definitely saw plenty of them naked. Her nudity around them didn’t make me uncomfortable with them being friends, especially if they only watched because Collin asked them to. I saw how they were around Reesia and how Reesia was with them. There was absolutely no attraction.

“Unfortunately for me, the only one who’s joined in is Jamie,” she rolled her eyes, looking at war with herself.

“But you hate each other?” I recalled. The only interaction I’d seen between the two was when they were at each other’s throats. They were bickering with a clear mutual distaste for the other.

She ran her hands down her face, “We do,” she groaned.

I laughed, “I’m missing something.” People who hate each other don’t have sex.

“It’s complicated and stupid,” she mumbled. “So I can’t stand Trix; she can’t stand me. But we get in that stupid club, and she looks really good in leather, and I... am weak.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh at Reesia being so beside herself. “Why do you call her that?”

“She’s a dominatrix,” she winked. “And it really pisses her off when I call her that, so it’s fun.”

“And Collin doesn’t mind?”

“Who do you think invites her?” she sighed and crossed her arms. “I don’t know what comes over me whenever that stupid woman joins, but I crumble.”

“I would have never guessed,” I admitted. “I mean, Collin looks at you like no one else exists. I wouldn’t have guessed he’d want anyone else to be with you.” I guess that showed how much I knew.

She grinned. “Collin will give me whatever I want... as long as he’s okay with it,” she mumbled quickly. She glanced into the store, “Besides, it’s fun when she joins because then I get to play Daddy and Mommy,” she smirked, a strangely sexy edge to her tone. “Let’s go shopping!” She began walking into the store.

I closed my agape mouth. A wave of something rushed through me. Not Reesia, at what she said.

Last night, I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me. Dominic called himself Daddy. When he said it, I was practically floating by that point. My mind was fuzzy, and I convinced myself that there was no way he would have said that. But he did, and my polluted self liked it.

Even if she was joking, Reesia openly calling Collin Daddy made me feel less guilty.

“We’re home!” Reesia called as we entered her house. When we pulled up, I saw Aiden’s truck out front with a few other cars. They had a lovely house—it was two stories and very spacious. They didn’t live in a neighborhood; they lived out on a creek, where the nearest neighbor was a half mile away.

Shopping was eventful. Things with Reesia went better than expected! She was completely insane and couldn’t stay focused for more than a few seconds at a time, but she was also incredibly sweet and genuine.

I went from being nervous to enjoying her company and having more fun with her than I have in a long time. Although she was very different than me, I liked her.

We went to many stores, many of which I’d never been to. Admittedly, I’d always been a fashion snob. I was raised wearing luxury brands, literally from the moment I was born. My taste was expensive, and I hated cheap clothes.

Surprisingly, I found a lot of items that I liked. It was safe to say that Reesia and I had a very successful shopping day. She even made me get some lingerie that was way out of my comfort zone, but she assured me that it suited me.

As far as underwear goes, I’d always wear the basics: black, white, tan, pink, with a bow or flower. They were cute, and I felt comfortable in them. Reesia convinced me that my comfort looked boring and that I should ‘flaunt it.’ Even I have to admit, I looked really good in the baby dolls and bodysuits I tried on, but it would be a while before I wore them for anyone but myself.

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