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“Sure thing.”
Braden turned back to his computer as the door shut behind Martin and clicked on Ivy’s profile, studying the picture and the presented fantasies while he waited. It was, he was ashamed to admit, tempting to take them up on what they were offering, even if he had to pay for it. But they were committed to each other, and while he was certain he’d enjoy helping Cordelia torment her girl for an evening, it still wouldn’t ease the pain of going home to a cold, empty bed.
As always, Cordelia only gave a cursory knock before bouncing into his office, her usual wide grin on her face. Blonde and curvy, with a bright and bubbly personality, she was every man’s fantasy of the popular cheerleader. Right up until that man found himself on his knees begging for mercy. She was, without a doubt, one of the fiercest Dommes he’d ever come into contact with.
Behind her was Ivy, quiet and mysterious where Cordelia was loud and cheerful, though no less alluring for it. They were of a similar height, but where Delia was all soft curves, Ivy reminded him of the kind of elf you might find in a high fantasy. Slender and so pale she almost seemed ethereal.
More than one man had made the mistake of thinking quiet, reserved Ivy was the dominant partner, and Delia took great delight in making them pay for their assumptions.
Settling into one of his visitor’s chairs, Delia pulled Ivy down into her lap, ignoring her girlfriend’s brief struggle. A single look from her quelled Ivy’s protests, and then Delia was all smiles again as she turned to Braden. “What’s up, boss? Martin said you wanted to see us.”
“I did.” Gripping the top of his monitor, he turned the screen toward them, while he watched their faces for any sign of discomfort.
But there was none, though there was a hint of confusion in both of their expressions. It was, of course, Delia who spoke first. “Okay? What about it?”
“How did you find out about the auction?”
The confusion in Delia’s expression intensified. “What do you mean? You told me about it.”
Jaw clenched, he forced himself to take a deep breath through his nose before he said something he couldn't take back. “I certainly did not.”
“Yes, you did,” Delia insisted, her own temper flashing in her eyes. “You emailed me the information a few months ago, after we talked about me getting a raise. I thought it was kind of a dick move at the time, but after I saw the guaranteed bids, I realized it was a hell of a lot more money than you’d ever be able to pay me.”
“Cordelia, I am telling you that I did not send you that email. I just learned about this auction last week.”
“And I’m telling you, the email came from your work account. That’s the only reason I let Ivy sign up for it. You really think I’d risk my girl on some sketchy ass auction if it didn’t come personally recommended by someone I trusted?”
Ivy snuggled closer to Delia, dark eyes wide in her pale face. “Mr. Elliott…if you’re not the one running the auction, then who is?”
“I don’t know.” Turning the screen back to face him, Braden sent them both a determined glare. “But I’m damn sure going to find out.”
