Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(2)

Kellan Kent, Eric Cohen, and Tate Baxter were gorgeous lawyers, but she worked for them. They were her bosses, not her lovers. Just because she harbored fantasies of them didn't mean they'd ever feel the same. In fact, after a solid year of working together, not one of them had made a pass. Belle doubted now they ever would. Apparently, her place was behind a desk, not in their arms.

She would have been happy with any one of them. Then she'd discovered they preferred to share women. That knowledge had given her libido one hell of a boost. Yes, she'd been shocked at first, but after some consideration, it had made an odd kind of sense. The three of them had become an unusual sort of family, each relying on the others for balance. She couldn't imagine one of them without the other two.

Sadly, while they shared women, they just didn't seem inclined to share her. Or even to touch her. The ache that terrible truth caused had become too much to bear. Tonight was her last-ditch attempt. She didn't know how to look better than this. If they weren't attracted to her tonight, then it was definitely over.

Kinley frowned. "I don't know about that. I see the way they watch you."

She'd seen it, too. Or rather she thought she'd seen it. When Kinley had been in danger and they'd feared she would get pulled into it, all three men had gone into über-protective caveman mode. She'd felt their eyes on her. That had given her hope. But as soon as the trouble had blown over, they'd gone back to treating her like a coworker. Clearly, they didn't want to lose a really efficient office assistant.

"You're reading too much into it," Belle insisted. "They're lazy. They don't want to have to hire someone else. You should see the intern they brought in. He's some judge's kid. He constantly says 'dude' and he likes his … ahem, herbal refreshments. I have no idea how that kid is going to get through law school."



       
         
       
        

"Don't change the subject. And stop fooling yourself." Kinley crossed back over to the small veil, fluffing it out again. "Why don't you talk to them and tell them what you need? Doms can't read your mind."

"I'm not in the lifestyle."

Kinley submitted to her three Doms in the bedroom. Since starting down the path, she'd become very vocal about the communication aspect of D/s.

"Besides, that isn't normal in vanilla dating. I should be able to pout like every other woman, then eat ice cream and play angry-girl music when I don't get my way."

"Brat." Kinley winked at her. "But I see through your sarcasm. You're completely interested in their dominance. And I know you like them."

Like? She was pretty sure she was in love with them.

Kellan was the alpha male, all power and protection. He had everything under control and he always made her feel safe. Eric was the charmer, fit and funny and just really enjoyable to be around. She went to lunch or dinner with him often, and they talked about movies, sports, current events, and life. He was a sexy mix of athleticism and charisma. And then there was Tate. He believed he was the social outcast of the bunch, but Belle saw him as the brilliant nerd who'd turned into a smoking hottie. Half the time, she giggled at the outrageous things that came out of his mouth because he had no filter whatsoever. That also meant he tended to be the most honest. When he told her she looked beautiful, she believed him. The other half of the time she spent with him, he often floored her with his astonishing intelligence. His mind fascinated her as much as his body.

Apparently, all her feelings were one-sided.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Kinley. They've had opportunities and passed them over. None of them are shy. If they were interested … I'd know it. Instead, I watch them date other women. It hurts." She would only admit that to her best friend. The ache in her chest had become a real, physical thing. "I don't think I can do it anymore. Seeing you so happy, knowing what life could be, I can't stay here in limbo, hoping and waiting. I need to move on."

Kinley took her hand, her fingers tangling with Belle's. "Do you want me to throw mud pies at them? It worked on Tommy Harte."

Belle laughed, remembering how Kinley had taken down the boy who'd made fun of her in fourth grade. But they weren't children anymore, and revenge wouldn't make those three lawyers love her. "It's a sweet offer, but like I said, I'm thinking it's time to move on. I'm not getting any younger."

She was twenty-six and had barely been kissed.

Kinley squeezed her hand, her eyes widening. "Are you still … ?"