Page 26 of Reverse Perspective

“Technically… We are the ones getting into something,” Lance says with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I laugh.

“Do you want a blunt answer?” Dean asks as the door comes up on the top floor.

“Yes.”

“A lot,” he says. “It’s going to be a lot, and although we won’t hurt you, it’s still going to be a lot.”

“I need you to be a bit more blunt than that,” I say as we stop in front of the door to the suite. He opens the door before stepping aside to let me walk in first. “Oh, my God…”

The suite is massive. Right away, we walk into the living room where there is a large black faux leather sectional couch and wall-mount television above a gas fireplace. There is a full kitchen off to one side with a fully stocked bar. There is one bedroom with one huge bed. Ignoring that for a moment, I see there is a balcony with a thick banister railing surrounding it. It’s large enough to seat the four of us relatively comfortably.

Having looked at the entire place, I look at the room in more detail. There is a bag on the bed that I recognize. I realize that this was planned in far more detail than I thought. Even the guys look shocked to see it.

“How did they know we’d get a room instead of going home?” Mason asks.

“Because Todd is a smart little shit,” Lance laughs.

“Why didn’t we go home?” I ask. They all smile at me, but Dean is the one who answers.

“Because we want your first time to be special,” he says. “You, dear, deserve to be treated like a queen. All of that starts here.”

“I don’t know how queens are supposed to… act,” I say timidly.

“Well, I don’t know about them but I’d like to think I’m a pretty great teacher,” Dean says with a smile.

“I’m… I’m afraid that my inexperience will fuck it all up,” I admit.

“No, baby. It won’t. Also, I think you know plenty. You’ve done things with guys before, yes?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I’ve done most things but just not actual sex.”

“So, you masturbate?” Mason asks and Lance chuckles.

“Ah. I only just made the connection that if I can hear you, then you can hear me,” I say and he smiles.

“Yeah, and I don’t know if you know how hard it is to not come in there and take over for you,” he says.

“First, you need to change and eat something,” Lance says.

“If Todd and Stacy packed, I’m afraid to know what’s in here,” I say as I go to the bed. I open the bag and laugh out loud when all I find for me is lace and silk nightgowns. They’re thin, short, and hardly cover anything. I have a few different pairs of underwear and thongs. The guys have simple boxers, t-shirts, and pajama pants. “Why do I get dressed like a slut but you all get normal clothes?”

“I’m not going to complain, but you can take one of the T-shirts if you want,” Dean laughs.

“Are you trying to avoid seeing too much of me?” I joke.

“Watch it, Sadie,” he says with a low warning.

“Watch what?” I smile at him innocently, and he growls as he steps closer and grabs me. Dean pulls me against his chest and grabs the back of my neck to keep me from pulling away from him.

“That bratty little attitude of yours is about to backfire,” he warns.

“Oh, is that right?” I ask. “How many times have you said that to me, Dean?”

“Enough that I should have put you over my knee a long time ago,” Dean says as he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. “You’re in the lion's den now, Little Demon. I suggest you learn to watch your mouth.”

Dean steps back and I look at him for a moment, contemplating what I want to say next. I could be a brat or I could just shut up. He narrows his eyes at me, knowing exactly what I’ll choose.

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