laugh, too, followed by Graham.
When she could catch her breath, Lois continued. “Anyhow, it won’t work. I’m thinking maybe there might be a single Dom who’d be interested. Do they stay loyal?”
“That varies between Doms, Lois, but it would be your hard boundary. One of them. Patrick will explain further.”
Graham was hedging. Where was the man who offered to answer all her questions? Lois stared at him, and he had the grace to look a little uncomfortable. Kennedy squirmed a bit more in order to look at him, too.
“Graham?” Kennedy had her back.
“Trevor Braun noticed her, too. Cameron Fraser’s friend and regular third until Olivia. He’s been looking for a sub for years or so he says. Word is he’s tired of being a third, although he really hasn’t been looking, because that’s the only role he ever plays. Or he dicks around with the temporary singles.”
Kennedy smiled her sunny, pleased smile. “Belle of the ball, Lois. Not Jezebel or Helen. You’re too sweet. It’ll all work out.”
Oh god, it was kind of like an auction. No. She had the reserve bid and thus the final say. Well, she wasn’t going to worry about it. She wasn’t even going to inquire more about Trevor. If she hadn’t seen Jon later, she might have indicated her interest to Patrick. Looks were only skin deep after all, and physical attraction wasn’t the most important thing. It made her feel like a really bad person to be equally interested in such disparate people and not want to choose. She would meet with Patrick first and see if she could even become a member. She’d move on from there. Taking a final swallow of tea, she stood to clear the table.
“Good night, Lois. We’ll talk some more in the morning. We should go shopping and let Graham be daddy.”
“You’re resting.” Graham laid down the law.
Kennedy stuck her tongue out at him and headed for the master suite. Lois was forgotten in Graham’s rush to follow. She smiled to herself, stacked the few dishes in the sink, and shut off the lights. She was really tired, primarily emotionally drained.
She washed up and brushed her teeth before pulling on a nightgown. If Kennedy won and they went shopping tomorrow, she was spending some of her savings on lingerie and nightwear. And maybe a couple of new outfits. And shoes. Lois Wright had emerged from her shell. If only she could remain safely exposed and capitalize on her actions.
* * * *
Nathan was screaming with laughter when she awoke in the morning. She struggled out from under the linens to sit on the side of the bed and stretched luxuriously. She felt well rested, a bit of a surprise, seeing as she thought her dreams would be full of her previous evening’s experiences. But she’d fallen asleep almost immediately and slept heavily. She could hear Graham’s deep voice remonstrating with his son, and the back door slammed. He’d taken Nathan outside to play, so she and Kennedy could sleep in on a Saturday. It would be amazing to find a man like him.
What a turn of events. Barely two weeks ago she’d been a boring, staid nanny with no thought to the future other than to continue in her chosen career. Today she was actually considering a relationship with a man. A Dom. She couldn’t think much past that.
She showered and got dressed, leaving her hair loose to dry. Maybe she’d get it cut and styled, too. Kennedy would know best. Once she’d made her bed and tidied her suite, she headed out to survey the debacle of the kitchen. Graham and Nathan had made breakfast. Every available surface was covered in dishes or utensils, flour also graced the counters, and the stove was a disgrace. The floor was tacky with syrup in places. Lois stepped between the worst of the drips and opened the oven door. A stack of French toast sat shriveling on a cookie sheet.
“The boys make breakfast again?” Kennedy shuffled into the kitchen and dropped into a chair, shoving the dishes away to make a little room
When she could catch her breath, Lois continued. “Anyhow, it won’t work. I’m thinking maybe there might be a single Dom who’d be interested. Do they stay loyal?”
“That varies between Doms, Lois, but it would be your hard boundary. One of them. Patrick will explain further.”
Graham was hedging. Where was the man who offered to answer all her questions? Lois stared at him, and he had the grace to look a little uncomfortable. Kennedy squirmed a bit more in order to look at him, too.
“Graham?” Kennedy had her back.
“Trevor Braun noticed her, too. Cameron Fraser’s friend and regular third until Olivia. He’s been looking for a sub for years or so he says. Word is he’s tired of being a third, although he really hasn’t been looking, because that’s the only role he ever plays. Or he dicks around with the temporary singles.”
Kennedy smiled her sunny, pleased smile. “Belle of the ball, Lois. Not Jezebel or Helen. You’re too sweet. It’ll all work out.”
Oh god, it was kind of like an auction. No. She had the reserve bid and thus the final say. Well, she wasn’t going to worry about it. She wasn’t even going to inquire more about Trevor. If she hadn’t seen Jon later, she might have indicated her interest to Patrick. Looks were only skin deep after all, and physical attraction wasn’t the most important thing. It made her feel like a really bad person to be equally interested in such disparate people and not want to choose. She would meet with Patrick first and see if she could even become a member. She’d move on from there. Taking a final swallow of tea, she stood to clear the table.
“Good night, Lois. We’ll talk some more in the morning. We should go shopping and let Graham be daddy.”
“You’re resting.” Graham laid down the law.
Kennedy stuck her tongue out at him and headed for the master suite. Lois was forgotten in Graham’s rush to follow. She smiled to herself, stacked the few dishes in the sink, and shut off the lights. She was really tired, primarily emotionally drained.
She washed up and brushed her teeth before pulling on a nightgown. If Kennedy won and they went shopping tomorrow, she was spending some of her savings on lingerie and nightwear. And maybe a couple of new outfits. And shoes. Lois Wright had emerged from her shell. If only she could remain safely exposed and capitalize on her actions.
* * * *
Nathan was screaming with laughter when she awoke in the morning. She struggled out from under the linens to sit on the side of the bed and stretched luxuriously. She felt well rested, a bit of a surprise, seeing as she thought her dreams would be full of her previous evening’s experiences. But she’d fallen asleep almost immediately and slept heavily. She could hear Graham’s deep voice remonstrating with his son, and the back door slammed. He’d taken Nathan outside to play, so she and Kennedy could sleep in on a Saturday. It would be amazing to find a man like him.
What a turn of events. Barely two weeks ago she’d been a boring, staid nanny with no thought to the future other than to continue in her chosen career. Today she was actually considering a relationship with a man. A Dom. She couldn’t think much past that.
She showered and got dressed, leaving her hair loose to dry. Maybe she’d get it cut and styled, too. Kennedy would know best. Once she’d made her bed and tidied her suite, she headed out to survey the debacle of the kitchen. Graham and Nathan had made breakfast. Every available surface was covered in dishes or utensils, flour also graced the counters, and the stove was a disgrace. The floor was tacky with syrup in places. Lois stepped between the worst of the drips and opened the oven door. A stack of French toast sat shriveling on a cookie sheet.
“The boys make breakfast again?” Kennedy shuffled into the kitchen and dropped into a chair, shoving the dishes away to make a little room
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