Tessa felt her face heat up. She couldn’t believe they were discussing it like it was an everyday conversation.
“Probably safer if we’re both in the shower with her anyway. No sense risking a fall when there are two of us,” Tag said.
She watched as he added bacon to her plate as Zander plopped a piece of toast on it as well. She felt as if she’d slipped into an alternate reality somehow. How was it that she had gone from not dating anyone to sitting with two men who she’d slept with, had sex with, and now they were talking openly about it between themselves?
“Eat, Tessa. It’s getting cold, baby girl,” Tag told her.
She picked up her fork and started eating, listening as the conversation finally turned from sex to work. She enjoyed hearing about what they did. Tag was much more animated when he discussed working on a bike. His eyes lit up and he talked more than she’d ever heard him before. Zander was obviously used to his friend talking when it came to work. He didn’t look the least surprised by it.
There was so much she didn’t know about the two of them. Right then, she wanted to know it all. How had they met and how long had they known each other? What made them want to share a woman? How had they discovered that they were Doms? To keep from blurting out her questions, Tessa filled her mouth with the delicious breakfast that Tag had cooked. It was yet another thing about him she hadn’t known. He was obviously a good cook.
By the time they’d all finished eating, Tessa had learned a good bit about their businesses and how much they each enjoyed and took pride in their work. It created an ache inside of her to find something like that to give her a sense of pride. She loved working at Heavy Trinkets, but she didn’t get a sense of accomplishment working there. One day, she’d find something that would complete her like Tag and Zander had.
“What do you think?” Zander asked, looking at her expectantly.
“Huh? I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. What did you ask me?”
He chuckled. “We were talking about running by our shops to gather up empty boxes so we could help you move your stuff over here.”
“Move?” Tessa frowned. She hadn’t remembered agreeing to move in with them. “I can’t move in with you. It’s too soon.”
Tag frowned at her. “There’s no reason to put it off, Tessa. You’re ours and you’ve known us for nearly a year now.”
“But we just went on our first date last night. People don’t move in together after one date, guys.” She looked back and forth between the two men. They didn’t look the least bit moved by her words. “Besides, you live farther away from where I work. Walking that far might be a problem.”
“There’s no reason for you to walk to and from work, Tessa. We’ll make sure you get where you need to go. As soon as we can find you a safe car, it won’t be an issue at all,” Zander told her.
“I can’t expect you two to cart me around all the time. And you’re not getting me a car. I’ll buy my own car when I’ve saved up enough money.” She didn’t bother to hide her anger from them. If they were going to try to make a go of the strange relationship, they needed to know that she wasn’t going to let them push her around.
Tag opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it at a look from Zander. Tessa narrowed her eyes at them. Zander was up to something. She could see it in his eyes.
“We can talk more about it later. For now, let’s go get some boxes for you to pack your things in. You’ll be safer here, Tessa, than where you are. I’ve been worried sick about where you live.” Zander leaned back in his chair. “Just think. Unlimited bubble baths and multi-showerheads.”
Tessa closed her eyes and sighed. “That’s not playing fair, Zander.”
“I have no intentions of playing fair where you’re concerned. We want you with us from now on. That’s all there is to it.” Zander stood up and began gathering the dirty dishes.
“I’ll help.” Tessa got to her feet and started to pick up the glasses, but Tag stopped her.
“I cooked, so Zander is going to clean up while you and I talk in the living room,” he said.
“Talk about what?” she asked, suspicious of anything having to do with Tag talking.
He chuckled. “You have the funniest expression on your face. Do you think I’m going to attack you or something?”
“No, but you and talking aren’t exactly buddies,” she said.
He just shook his head and grabbed her hand to lead her out of the kitchen. As soon as they entered the other room, Tag pulled her over to the couch and situated her on his lap. She felt comfortable in his arms, his chest and shoulders strong but not too hard to snuggle against.