Page 29 of Various Intentions
“Oh, thank you very much,” Alexander said, taking one of the ginger snaps and breaking it. He popped one half into his mouth and chewed contentedly.
He certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable with two men in various stages of undress. Then again, if he had been a client of Daphne’s, he would have been expected to deal with a number of bizarre situations.
“Vincent,” I said, staring at the polished wood floor of Daphne’s living room, because I didn’t dare look at him again or I might actually start drooling.
“Yes, Sir?” The delicate tones of Vincent’s voice tickled my eardrums.
“I would like a cup of tea.”
“Of course, Sir. Why don’t you sit down?”
“That’s a good idea,” I said, nodding and finding a spot on the couch next to Alexander.
All of a sudden, I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to sit still and have tea and biscuits while Vincent pranced around in that outfit and teased me with an occasional flash of the ruffled white panties underneath. I almost choked on my cookie.
“Nic, are you all right?” Daphne said, giving me a strange look.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” I waved a hand in the air, trying to convince myself that getting up and grabbing Vincent and Matteo and pulling them out the front door was an ill-advised endeavor, even though that was what I dearly wanted to do.
Instead, I made small talk with Alexander and tried not to ogle Vincent and Matteo. When Daphne returned from wherever she had been, she patted Vincent on his floofy-skirted behind as she passed, then plunked herself on the sofa between me and Alexander.
“Hey,” she said, smiling at me so blithely that I was worried for her mental state.
“Hey?” I said, the corner of my mouth quirking in amusement.
“So, it turns out Alexander’s into me.”
“I kind of figured that out, Daphne,” I said, leaning around her to finger-gun Alexander, who grinned.
“Yes, well, I…” She glanced at Alexander and giggled, then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I’m still his Domme.”
I lowered my voice. “Professionally?”
She giggled. This new, giggling Daphne was quite charming. “Oh no. Not at all.”
“That’s wonderful!”
She kissed me on the cheek and turned back to Alexander. “Nic and I have been friends for many, many years.”
I leaned forward so I could meet Alexander’s sedate gaze. “Yes, we have. So I will hear of it if you step out of line.” I was sort of joking, but sort of not.
Alexander smiled, deepening the shallow grooves in the corners of his lips. “I wouldn’t dare,” he said, gazing with fondness at my friend, and I knew that everything would be fine…at least for now.
We finished our relaxing tea, then I asked Vincent if he would do me the favor of wearing his French maid outfit home.
“Oui, Monsieur.Bien sur,” he said, acting coy, and it was all I could do to maintain some measure of control. I let Matteo get dressed, we put on our coats and I put Vincent’s boots in a bag to carry. There wasn’t a lot of snow left, so his cute shoes would be fine.
We took our leave and Daphne and Alexander promised to be at the art show.
Taylor had stayed at Daphne’s, as he still had stuff to do and Daphne had promised to bring him back later. We had barely stepped in the door at our place when I told Vincent to hang up his jacket and stand in front of the sofa with his hands clasped behind his back. Of course, he did as he was told, sashaying in the low heels until he had positioned himself.
Matteo and I exchanged heated glances as we got out of our winter gear and joined Vincent in the living room.
Vincent grinned, looking far from the demure servant he had been at Daphne’s. He knew we were completely turned on and vulnerable to his gender fluid charms, and he was taking no prisoners. He tossed his head and met my gaze dead on.
I smiled wide and inclined my chin. “Okay. If you’re intent on being cheeky, my beautiful boy, let’s take it to the next level.”
Matteo watched me with anticipation as I licked my lips and stood in front of Vincent with my arms crossed, regarding him with purpose.
