out of the room and I bit my lip and turned back to finish my vacuuming.
***
Dinner was at a Mediterranean place. We had oysters on a half shell with tobacco sauce, one of my favorites. The three of us sat at a cozy-small table in a private room in the upper Manhattan eatery and I smiled and blushed as Dorian fed me oysters by hand and told me what they intended to do to be tonight. Damian sat beside me, occasionally licking the oyster liquor from my lips. He kissed me, his tongue twining with mine, which made Dorian frown with annoyance.
Dorian disliked the way h is brother sometimes monopolized their time with me, but just to show him how much I loved him as well, I slid my hand under the table, over his knee, and squeezed his sizable package. He was hard and I could feel the fullness of his testes through his tailor-made trousers. He grunted at my touch, and I leaned across the table so he could kiss me. “I can’t wait to feel you all the way inside me,” I told him.
A few weeks ago I would have been mortified to talk so dirty to a man, but I trusted Dorian and Damian, was at ease with them. Loved them. Unfortunately.
He touched my cheek and his eyes narrowed in that dangerous ly sexy way he had that made my heart flit like a wounded bird in my chest. “No worries. Tonight, Belle, I intend to send you home well used.”
“Speaking of home,” Damian said, clearing his throat.
“Oh ye s,” said Dorian. He trailed his fingertips across my cheek, looked me deep in the eyes. “What would you say about being our partner in the practice and becoming a more permanent fixture in our lives?”
My heart jumped. “What do you mean?”
He looked at his brother and they passed that psychic signal between us. “Damian and I have decided we’d like you to come live with us at the house and manage our financial affairs. You said you were graduating with a major in business management, and, frankly, we could use a little management.”
Damian laughed at that. “Dorian is too busy with the actual surgeries to be much help, and I’m no good with numbers, never have been. Besides, I’ve been thinking of starting up Suicide Kings again.”
Dorian rolled his eyes. “If Damian does that, he’ll be even more indisposed. And, well, you’ve seen the office.”
I had. Damian was perhaps even more disorganized than I was.
“Of course we’ll pay you a fair wage,” Dorian said as if afraid I might turn him down. A “fair wage” to Dorian Michaels generally meant two or three times over what he ought to be paying me. “The playroom will be your room. The office will be your exclusive domain. We’ll pay you whatever you ask, both as our business manager and our courtesan.”
I bit my lip . The first thing I wanted to say was yes , god yes , but then I re-thought that decision. I knew Clark was still out there. Just yesterday, after getting back from my support group, he’d slipped a note under my door that read Stay quiet or I’ll kill your grandmother , which meant there was no way I could go to the police now. I wasn’t even going back to my support group for fear that Clark would misinterpret it as some kind of conspiracy to come after him.
God, when had my life turned into such a nightmare?
I knew he was shadowing me, watching me. He’d know if I moved in with Dorian and Damian. He’d probably come around to threaten me. Then I would be putting the Michaels brothers in danger as well.
On the surface, that didn’t seem like a big deal, and I was sure they could handle themselves, but they had not just a small operation theater, but also a convalescence hall for their more high-profile celebrity patients like Ms. Veronica, and sometimes they took care of pro bono cases at the house that required additional attention, the way Stefan’s many surgeries had. I’d be putting a huge amount of people—doctors, patients, celebrities, and regular folks—in danger by living with them.
I knew Clark wouldn’t