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“Perfect,” Sadie answered. She really did need a quiet night after the past couple days. “Just perfect.”
The three enjoyed the movies and pizza, and later in the evening Dave popped some popcorn. Sitting on the sofa, her head in Dave’s lap and feet in Evan’s, Sadie was comfortable and relaxed. Too soon the evening was over and the trio went to bed.
Sadie slept well and woke late. She wasn’t scheduled to work at the gallery until later that day, but decided to take the day off. She needed to go to her condo and get some of her things before Evan and his crew packed them all up. She also needed to move her car to the club until she decided what to do. She knew she shouldn’t keep putting it off, but it was so comfortable staying with Dave and Evan that she really didn’t want to move. Maybe she didn’t have to.
Chapter Eight
Dave broke through her musing by coming in the room with a cup of coffee. “Morning beautiful, did you sleep well.”
“Perfect, Master,” she answered. “Can we talk?”
“Sure, girl. What’s up?”
“I need to go to my condo and get some things, and I will need to work later this week,” she said in a rush, afraid he would say no to both.
“No problem, after you get up and get around Evan and I will take you and you can decide what you need and what you want to do with the rest of your stuff. The DEA would like to move in next week, so we need to get this done.”
“Next week, I’m not sure I can get packed and the place cleaned by that time,” she said, chewing her bottom lip.
“Don’t worry about it. You just need to decide what you want to do with your things, and Evan and I will take care of the rest,” Dave answered her, pulling her into his arms for a kiss. “Right now I need my morning kiss.”
I guess that was the end of that, she thought as she gave herself up to the kiss.
As promised, Dave and Evan took her to the condo and she got what she needed and gave instructions for the rest to be put in storage.
Dave promised to find her a room at the club to paint or if there was nothing that was suitable for her, he told her they could rent a studio for her to use. She worried about the expense, but Dave and Evan both assured her that the DEA would cover it, not telling her they would if the DEA didn’t.
Sadie settled her things into Dave’s suite, just for the time being, she told herself, promising that it was just temporary.
When Sadie told him it was just temporary, he just smiled at her. Yeah, right, he thought, but wasn’t going to start an argument.
Things settled into a routine after that. Either Dave or Evan was with her all the time except when she was at work. At first they insisted on staying with her, but then she pointed out that the gallery had its own security. They relented after making sure the security for the gallery was completely briefed. They still insisted on dropping her off and picking her up though. They had moved her car from the condo to the club, but she wasn’t allowed to drive it alone. Talk about overprotective.
Chapter Nine
Sadie was happy and even though part of her still thought she should be looking for a place to stay, she was very content where she was. Both men spent every night with her and the sex and play was great. She was worn out most of the time, and the guys could come up with some very inventive play and punishments.
She still needed to talk to the men about the incident in her past. They had both been encouraging her to make an appointment with a counselor, worried that she would check out again.
One evening she sat the men down and told them her story. “I want to tell you about what happened to me when I was a child. I was ten or eleven, old enough that I was not immediately missed. One day I was playing in the attic and I accidentally got locked in an old trunk. The lid was too heavy for me to lift and I was in there for several hours. I wasn’t hurt, but I was very scared and got hungry and thirsty. I thought I was never going to get out of there and was very scared. I cried and screamed for help but no one heard me. When someone finally missed me it took a while to search the house and find me. Ever since then when I get stressed or overwhelmed I go back to that silent dark place.” She was crying when she finished remembering the hours she spent in the trunk.
After she finished telling her story, the men took her in their arms and held her until she was calm again. They were both sympathetic and promised to do whatever she needed to help her get over her fears. She promised to make an appointment with the counselor Evan’s friend had recommended the next day and they let the matter go.
None of the rooms at the club had been suitable for painting, they were all too dark, so the guys had helped her find a studio to rent. She went there several times a week to paint, but usually didn’t accomplish much as she was never left alone. Today she was going to try and convince them to let her have some alone time. She had almost forgotten about the threat her neighbors had made, she hadn’t heard anything for several weeks and according to the information Evan had the DEA was getting closer to the drug dealers now that they had moved into her apartment. She wasn’t as worried now and let her guard down a little.
Dave took her to the studio that day and she finally got some alone time by convincing him to go and get them a couple smoothies from across town. Dave agreed and Sadie had some time to herself for the first time in weeks.
Knowing she should be painting, but not really in the mood any more, she decided to go outside and find a bench to sit on until Dave returned, which shouldn’t be long.
Luckily there was an unoccupied bench right outside her studio, and she sat enjoying the beautiful day and the people around her. Sadie had always enjoyed people watching, trying to figure out family dynamics.
A group of several people walked by, one pushing a baby carriage, and she tried to determine the relationship of the group. Were they just a bunch of friends on an outing, or was it a family enjoying a day in the city?
She heard the sound of glass shattering and turned to see someone breaking the glass on her studio door. For a second she couldn’t believe that someone would have the nerve to attempt a break-in in the middle of the day with all these people around, then reaction set in and she got mad. She jumped up to confront the person, when a hand on her arm stopped her.
“Ms. Sanders, I’m from the DEA. We will take care of it. I want you to go and sit in my car until we have the situation under control. Where are your friends, you usually have someone with you?”
“He went for smoothies, he’ll be back. Shouldn’t we see what is happening in my studio?”
