Rebecca’s lip trembled. She didn’t know what to say. As far as most people would be concerned, nothing in the e-mails was inaccurate.
In fact, not ten minutes after receiving the news about this e-mail, she’d spread her legs and let Miles drive her to the moon with his mouth. Who did that?
It was like she couldn’t stop herself. She was losing her mind where it concerned Miles and Griffen. Equally. Either man made her unable to make good choices. Together they destroyed her.
She couldn’t continue this way. She indeed felt every bit the whore indicated by the e-mail. She’d never met a single woman who lived in a ménage with two men. It was something out of a romance novel. Not real life.
“Talk to me,” Marian said as she sat on the chair next to Rebecca and released her with a last caress to Rebecca’s cheek. “What’s going on?”
Rebecca could only shake her head as more tears fell. “I can’t explain it.” Literally. One thing she knew for sure was the story of paranormal activity was never leaving her lips. Ever. Not the wolf shifting men sharing her bed or the strange black shadow trying to scare the fuck out of them.
“I’m open minded, Rebecca. Give me a shot.”
Rebecca closed her eyes. “I met them both in the same weekend.” Marian didn’t need to know it had been just last weekend. “They’re friends. They both liked me. I thought… I thought I needed to choose. But they didn’t see it that way. And God, Marian…” She didn’t continue, pausing as she realized the woman didn’t need to hear about her sex life.
“Jesus. That’s so hot.”
When Rebecca opened her eyes to meet Marian’s gaze, she found her boss had slumped in the chair and was fanning herself with one hand.
“It’s…”
“It is what it is, hon. If they make you happy, even if for a while, it’s your business. I’m not going to fire you over who you choose to sleep with.”
Rebecca nodded, pursing her lips and wiping away the new tear that fell.
“The white guy is one of the Masters’ sons, isn’t he?”
Rebecca nodded. Not difficult to know from the picture, and everyone in town knew those four men, apparently. Even though Rebecca hadn’t personally met them before last weekend, she’d heard of them. They all looked alike. Well, except for the fact that in her humble opinion, Griffen was the sexiest. But they all had wavy dark brown hair, deep chocolate eyes a woman could get lost in, and tan skin that made it look like they worked in construction in the sun year-round.
“And the other man? Is he from the reservation?”
“Yes.” Also not a tough deduction.
Marian set a hand on Rebecca’s thigh and squeezed. “I’ve got several things to take care of. Why don’t you stay here and pull yourself together? Take all the time you need.” She stood and moved her hand to Rebecca’s shoulder. “Don’t let this shit get to you. You know good and well you aren’t the woman described in the e-mail. Are you sure you don’t want me to take this to administration? File a complaint at least? This is harassment.”
Rebecca shook her head. “Not yet.” Turning the e-mails over to the hospital administration would be mortifying. She’d rather quit her job than face a panel of people with the news that she was sleeping with two men.
She was lucky Marian was so understanding. There were plenty of men on the board, and even women, who wouldn’t find anything about her extracurricular activities acceptable.
The second Marian left, the door shutting with a snick, Miles’ voice came into her head. “Rebecca, I’m not shitting you. Your emotions are all over the place. You amaze me with your ability to keep your problems from us, but I know you’ve been crying for the last fifteen minutes. I’m coming back there now.”
“No.” She sat up straight. She too was impressed with how well she’d managed to block her mates, but the last thing she needed was to face Miles. She had no explanations for him she was willing to share. And besides, she was kinda pissed with him for blowing her cover out front. “Miles. I’m fine. Just been emotional lately. All this… It’s a lot to absorb. Give me some space. You’re crowding me. And not in a good way.”
Her words sounded harsh, even in her mind, but she had to say something to keep Miles from returning. If he marched his giant, overbearing self into her hospital with the frown on his face she knew he currently sported, he’d break the crowd like the Red Sea and embarrass the fuck out of her further.
And she didn’t want to fight with him in public.