“What might those be?”
Brock held his breath. Rory was on a roll and nothing would stop him now.
“You and Trixie are like two separate brands of cola. You have all of the right components to make for a great product when you’re first thrown together but in the end, when you’re side by side, one always fizzles out before the other.” Rory averted his eyes. “This time, man, I hate to tell you but Trixie is done. She is as flat as flat can be where you’re concerned.”
Brock sipped his beer. “Why don’t you consider going back to North Carolina with us for a while?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Rory asked.
“No,” Brock replied. “Trixie needs him right now.”
“She doesn’t need me when she has the two of you.”
“That’s what I thought,” Brock said. “Until I watched her with you earlier today, I would’ve sworn she only needed me and Rory. Not anymore. You’re the missing link for her.”
“And if I go back with you, then what?”
“There are a lot of absentee club owners, Mitch,” Brock said. “You have to learn to manage from afar. Hell, ask Kimberly to help you. Maybe even make her a partner. She doesn’t have any ties in Fletcher. In fact, she needs to get out of there if you ask me.”
“Why?” Mitch asked, lifting a brow.
“She’s in a destructive relationship with an overpowering Dom,” Rory explained. “And Brock may be on to something. That could work. Kimberly has the brains.”
“Ansley has the brains,” Brock said, his heart lifting as he thought of the sister-in-law who had been like his kid sister from the start. “But Kimberly is free to explore her options.”
“I might consider a partner,” Mitch said, stroking his chin. “But don’t say anything to Trixie about it until I sleep on it.”
“You should do that,” Brock said, slapping his back. “Me? I’m going inside and curling up to my woman.”
“I’ll be there in a second,” Mitch said.
Brock chuckled. “Oh please. Take your time.”
He shut the door and walked inside the apartment, flipping on the lights as he passed by the receptacles. “Rise and shine, beautiful. We have a few ideas about how we want to entertain you tonight.”
Brock grinned to himself and stared down at the high heel shoes sticking out from under the quilt. God love her heart. She was bound and determined to show them she had what it took to be a sexy seductress, too.
She was probably dressed to the nines, wearing one of those tight laced-up bodices, and fishnet stockings.
His cock twitched. Good Lord have mercy! He couldn’t wait to see what she held in store for them.
He sat beside her and stared at those fire-engine red shoes. He remembered the day he’d purchased them for her. They’d been in New York and happened by a fetish shop. In the window, those shoes had looked appealing enough, but on Trixie’s small feet? They’d looked like a standing invitation for sex. In fact, that’s precisely what had happened after he’d purchased them—he’d fucked her in the dressing room.
Lifting the covers, he peered underneath. He had to know if she’d thought to bring those fishnet stockings.
If she had those damn stockings on, he would probably forego the training activities and fuck her right out of her dreams. Stretching his neck, he was a little stunned when he found only the shoes.
After a moment, he realized Trixie’s feet weren’t attached to the hooker heels! He clutched the blanket tighter and slowly peeled the quilt away from the couch.
“Fuck!” he screamed, scrambling to his feet. “Mitch! Rory! Get in here!”
“Damn it to hell, Trixie!” He marched across the room and flung open the closet. Sure enough her clothes and bags were gone.
“Rory! Mitch!” Brock screamed again, pacing like an enraged lion just held in captivity for the very first time.
“She’s gone. Isn’t she?” Rory was accustomed to her capers, too.
“Yeah,” Brock replied, swinging his bag from the closet and grabbing his shirts from the hangers.
“Damn,” Mitch grumbled, picking up his cell phone from the bar.
“That won’t work,” Rory told him.
Brock lifted his arm and slapped his hand against his thigh. “You know what? Neither will this.” He slammed his bag to the floor and stomped outside. When Rory and Mitch followed him, he swung his gaze to them and said, “I’m done, boys. I’m not playing these games anymore. If she’s hell-bent on worrying us sick, then let her run home to her momma and her daddies.