“Yes, Master Destin.”
“But she’s not wearing it.”
“Lucinda oversees all the waitstaff. She’s a manager and a monitor.”
A monitor? She glanced at the cameras.
“Thank you, Lucinda. You can leave now.”
She watched Lucinda give Paul a quick nod, then pivot around and leave. Once the woman was gone, she had to ask.
“Why does she call both of you master?” The next question was difficult. “Is she your woman? It makes it sound like she’s your slave. Is she?”
“No, she’s not our woman. She’s a submissive like so many of the other women who either work here or are members. People like Lucinda and the other members show us respect by calling us master. We don’t have anyone who is our slave or anyone who lives with us twenty-four-seven. As I said before, Destin and I prefer a relationship where our sub is equal to us except during sex. That’s the way we want it. Others can choose how they are together.”
The relief that hit her surprised her. What did she care if they already had a woman or not? But she did. She cared a lot. The knowledge that she cared that much rankled her.
She couldn’t keep her gaze level with his. Instead, she held up the black studded halter, then the black shirt that flared out, reminding her of a saloon girl’s dress in the Wild West. Black boots with silver detailing completed the outfit. Almost.
“What am I supposed to wear under this skirt?” She’d dropped the sir designation again, this time on purpose, testing to see how far they’d push her.
“You don’t wear anything under it.”
“What?”
Paul’s jaw muscle jumped. The rough stubble that outlined his face made him look rugged. On another man, a lesser man, the look would’ve appeared unkempt. “None of our subs wear underwear. No panties and no bras.”
“What exactly are you expecting me to do? What other duties would a waitress have except to serve food and drinks?”
Destin pointed at her. “That’s it, sugar. You serve people and I’m not just talking about drinks and food. If they ask for something, you get it. Even then, you don’t have to do a damn thing you don’t want to do, especially anything sexual. That’s for Paul and me alone. But just remember. The front door works both ways. In and out.”
“Tell us, Georgia. Are you brave enough to give it a try? If so, we have an initiation all new workers go through once they’ve decided to stay.” Paul arched his eyebrows in question, daring her to take him up on the challenge.
“What kind of initiation?” She waited, ready for him to chastise her for not using sir, and was disappointed when he didn’t. They were testing each other, pushing at each other’s limits. Her competitiveness was taking over, but for once, she wasn’t sure she wanted to win.
“You’ll see.” Paul started for the door. “Make your decision later after you’ve seen more. Don’t decide based on a fear of what the initiation is like.”
“I’m not afraid.”
He paused, the corners of his mouth crooking toward the ceiling. “I’m sure you’re not. Otherwise, you would’ve never shown up in Texas.”
They kept reminding her that she’d come to them. Although it was true, she couldn’t help but think it put her at a disadvantage. “Fine.” She reconsidered her decision, then blurted out the rest, unable to stop her. “Count me in, sirs.”
Destin took her by the neck. “Do you still think you’re not a submissive?” He chuckled and turned on his heel to stride after his brother.
Holy shit. Am I?
Chapter Five
“Georgia’s confused. But she was confused before she came to the ranch.” Destin leaned against the side of the club, out of sight of Georgia and Lucinda who were walking toward the house. He couldn’t help but notice how the ranch hands doing chores stopped and gave her hungry looks.
“What did you find out?”
He saw that Paul noticed the men, too. “It wasn’t difficult to find information. The case was in the papers nationwide, but the Atlanta paper kept on the story after the others let it go. Her record was top-notch until about a year ago. That’s when the multiple murder of a family of four happened. The parents along with their two children, a twelve-year-old boy and a girl just eight-years-old were brutally stabbed. Georgia and her partner were the responding officers to the scene, but she was the one who walked into the house first. Her report said she checked out the rest of the house then the backyard where she reported seeing a man watching from the trees. Too bad all she saw was his bloody arm and a weird snake tattoo. She didn’t get a look at his face.”