CHAPTER 8 – BADBOY TRIO
-SIANNA'S POV-
Later on I arrived at the café, when my boss, Mrs. Tara Henchcliff greeted me with a wide smile on her face. I smiled back at her because it meant something good must have happened. She beckoned to me with her hand inside the office.
“Come on, Sianna.” She impatiently said.
“Ok, just a sec.” I put up my purse and checked myself in the mirror before entering the room. “Wow!” I shouted as I saw five bouquets that were colorfully arranged and placed neatly into the corner of her office on the desk top. “Tara, I didn’t know that Brody was such a romantic!” They were beautiful and I felt a little jealous but obvious her lover was making a statement of his affections to her.
Tara chuckled, “They aren’t mine dear.” I’m confused now. “They are for you.”
“What?” I have gotten flowers before from Curtis but not in this proportion. Maybe this was his apology gesture for ducking out of our loving making time last night. I got closer to examine each bouquet and read the notes.
Note 1: When two souls collide they can only become one, just as you are mine and I am yours.
Note 2: I’m captivated only by you - the most precious gift in the world.
Note 3: Your eyes captured my soul and your beauty, my heart.
Note 4: My world, my air and my everything.
Note 5: Time is all it takes for a bond to grow stronger. I will fight for you.
They all had a signature that was not too obvious to anyone but me. The last word of each had a VW underneath it but it was done in a logo style. I smiled nervously as Tara observed my reaction. “Curtis.” I lied to her but in fact, they were from my mate. My soon-to-be ex-mate who no one but Hailey knew about.
I couldn’t believe he was trying to woo me with those corny lines. He was handsome with his shoulder length jet black hair and piercing green eyes that felt like he was reading into your soul. “I’ll need a cab to take these home.”
The gall of the man! Sending me flowers at work to draw attention at us. I would give him a piece of my mind if he ever allowed others to know of us. I would publicly reject him and cause him the biggest embarrassment if he tried.
Grtting my teeth, I snatched all the gift note cards from the bouquets and crumpled them, tossing them in the bin behind Tara's office chair. The flowers gave me a bad kind of butterflies. The unwanted sort of kaleidoscope. It was important to protect the relationship that I had with Curtis. Therefore, as long as I refused all of my mate's advances, I will be disbarred from all temptations.
“Young love.” Tara said in admiration, as if remembering her younger days. Her ebony eyes twinkled.
My mate was a macho Greek god who had women falling over themselves to get a chance to kneel before him.
“You are still young too.” I reminded her, “Why do you act like you are my Mom’s age?”
“Your Mom is hot and classy.” Tara noted. Something in her expression indicated more than a mere observation.
“Do you swing both ways?” I eyed her peculiarly.
“I used to when I was in college.” She said frankly and then added proudly, “Before meeting Brody I was a wild one, but now the mate bond is powerful and the greatest magical splendor that we wolves could ever experience.”
I shook my head and muttered sarcastically, “You are such a role model for me?” She laughed.
“There’s nothing wrong with exploring before finding your mate.” She continued to badly influence me. “How much have you experience with or before Curtis?”
“I am fine with what we have.” I defended proudly with a shrug.
She snickered with judging ebony eyes. “Have you ever done a threesome before, or a one night-stand?”
“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” I believed in monogamy. That will not chance today or ever. At the university, I have seen some shit go down with my roommate. To each his own, but I like my quiet life as it was. Curtis was good to me. What else could I ask for?
“You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” Tara swiped a finger under the fringes of her copper red wispy bangs and laughed. She was having fun with this topic and was hellbent on opening me up to the vast options of intercourse.
“Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?”
“He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged, feeling no shame.
“What's a DOM?” My brows drew together as I probed.
“A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”
“Again, you are a bad influence on me.” I shook my head in repugnance and walked away from her laughing at my ignorance.
Curtis has never talked about doing anything wild in our sex life. I wondered if he was into that stuff. One good thing came out of this conversation, and that was to find out Curtis' view on our sex life.
I quickly went back around the front to open up the doors to receive our customers for the day so that I could get busy and take my mind off my mate. I turned the sign on the door to reflect that we were now open. I needed to focus on Curtis, my studies and then my training.
As I started to sanitize the tables nearest to the cashier counter as my morning routine, the door opened and in walked the Alpha with his Beta and Gamma. The deadly trio.
What the hell?!