Page 26 of Room Six

“Beautiful, petal. You are the perfect woman for us. Take all of his release. You're so breathtaking my heart hurts.”

Danika cups the back of my head and holds me to him as he gives me the last of his seed.

“Beautiful and perfect.” He finishes and slowly slips from my mouth. He cups the side of my face and turns me to Rune who fills my vision.

“You missed a drop.” His tongue sweeps across my lips. I open for him and he claims my mouth as passionately with a kiss as he did with his cock just moments ago.

When he breaks away, we are both panting and I’m not sure if I am shocked by the growl of hunger he makes or the fact that Oliver is growing hard again inside me.

Danika lowers himself onto the large sofa and Oliver spreads me out, with my head in Danika’s lap.

My lover runs his fingers through my hair. Without words Danika takes my hand in his and kisses each of my fingers. Beside me, Rune runs a warm cloth he pulled out of a hidden compartment and starts wiping my arm, my chest and my belly.

Between my legs Oliver takes another cloth and cleans me. All of them have awe in their eyes to match the growing love I have for them in my heart.

Despite all my efforts of ignoring reality, one fear works its way into the middle of my bliss bubble. “Danika, what if I don't get pregnant?” Will they throw me away like my mother and father did?

“Then we try again. And again and again. Whatever it takes. You are our forever. The end.”

I thought I knew a liar when I heard one. I guess I was wrong.

Five

Magnolia

Acouple of weeks later and I feel like I live on coffee and sex. There’s a fresh cup pressed into my hand. I take it, gulp it down and get back to work. There are only two days left to tie up loose ends for the Christmas gala and I have plans on telling the owners it will be my last event for a while if they allow me to take a leave of absence. I talked about taking some time off with my men and they practically offered to write my letter of resignation for me. It is obvious that they heard what they wanted—that I’m resigning.

Poor guys. I’ll have to break it to them that I’m not quitting, but that conversation can come later.

Right now, I need to focus or I will never finish. Twenty sheets of random papers are strewn about me on the floor in controlled chaos.

“We will need to take down this partition and open this side to make room for the ice sculptures. And the Christmas tree will need to take up the opposite side of the ballroom.”

I mark up a sheet of paper with the removable glass walls for a small group of men tasked with the workload.

“And the champagne fountain?”

We brought in additional help to set up for this year’s Christmas ball taking place in two days. Directing twenty new-comers is taking every bit of my mental powers, but I love seeing all the garland, crystals and twinkling lights finally making it into place.

“Let’s put the fountain near the Frasier fir. The settees will need to circle the stage where the Santas will be featured with their helping elf. Let’s make sure to bring in the larger lounges. The harems are getting bigger and the members need more space. Oh, and let’s make sure the ice sculpture is on this side of the ballroom. We don’t need anyone freezing their nipples off.”

A bright smile breaks out over a young brunette’s face. “Is this your first time, Zoey?” She’s a year or two younger than me and her cheeks could not be redder. If sex talk makes her blush now, wait until the real events start. She’s set to pass out warm towels to the members once the lights dim and the Santas unwrap their present.

“First time, yes ma’am.” She holds my gaze despite the blush on her cheeks. She has several piercings up the rim of one ear and there’s no hiding the ones in her nipples through the white of her uniform. She’s a wild child, and I bet her choice of employment would not surprise her parents most likely.

“You’ll do just fine.” I give her a wink and hand her the hourly schedule for her towel rounds. “Be precise on your timing with the members. They count on having all the pleasures and comforts at hand with a simple snap of their fingers.”

She dips her head in understanding and moves on to her tasks, leaving me to my thoughts. It’s been one thing after another for so many days I haven’t had a quiet moment to think of anything except party details and babies. Not necessarily in that order.

Today is no different. I gather the various papers on the floor and organize them on my desk next to five more haphazard piles of papers. I came back from New Orleans with new ideas to present to the owners. Rune helped me draw them up down to the dimensions and how many members we can fit into the new private booths complete with their own towel warmers. I hope it helps smooth over things when I ask for some time off.

Evening is setting in and it’s almost time for members to arrive. Though the gala isn’t tonight, there are still festive shows being held in other parts of the club so everyone is on high alert. Especially me. The ice sculpture and thirty thousand dollars of caviar will arrive any minute. Later on tonight there is a shipment of hand-blown glass dildos that will be handed out as gifts to the members. They’ll need wrapping. Ugh. I should have hired more people.

An incoming call triggers panic mode in me. Danika is forever telling me to stop misplacing the thing. I swear I need to put a tracker on the damn thing.

“My phone.” Where the hell did I put it?

For a second, I freeze and just listen.

---