Dylan’s office in thirty minutes for an emergency meeting.
* * * *
“Okay, Peter, you called this meeting. What’s the emergency?” Dylan asked with annoyance. He hated to be interrupted when he was at the gym and in his Dom space. He was suffering a bit from the distraction of seeing Mia in the club. Okay, he admitted to himself, he was suffering a lot.
“When I came through reception, I found Mia curled up and crying behind her desk. It took some time, but I finally got the story out of her.” Peter proceeded to repeat word for word the conversation he’d had with Mia.
“Christ!” Dylan shouted.
“Poor thing has lost everything. She needs to go to the site and see if anything is salvageable. Her super told her there nothing was left but she needs to see it for herself,” Peter replied grimly.
“What’s she going to do?”
“She doesn’t know just yet. At the moment she’s in panic mode. She’s just trying to remain in control.”
“So what do you want to do? Lend the girl some money or something,” Dylan said.
“No, I was thinking more along the lines of her staying with us in the guest room,” Peter replied.
“You want Mia, the girl we’ve all fantasized and lusted after, under our roof,” Dylan choked.
“Yes,” Peter stated plain and simple, short and sweet.
“What, so we can all have a try at getting her into our bed?” Mathew asked.
“No. I think we should tell her up front she is to be in our bed. After all, she put in an application to join Locks and Chains, so she must be ready to move up into the big people’s world.” Peter could tell by the expression on their faces that he had shocked them both with his statement.
“What?” Mathew hollered.
“I think we give her an offer of free room and board in exchange for cooking, cleaning, and being our bed mate. Basically our servant,” Peter explained. “Craig was telling us in the club that she wanted to be a submissive. I have a feeling there’s a little more to our Mia than any of us realize. While I was holding her a while ago, I had the distinct feeling she was snuggling a little more closely than was necessary for comfort. Maybe she’s been attracted to us all along as well.”
“Do you know the sexual harassment laws we would be breaking? Not to mention the negative implications of what you’re proposing if you’re wrong and she rejects the offer. God she might even quit, and where would we be then,” Mathew replied.
“Look, I never said this would be easy, and I’m not sure she will go for it, but we could give her two offers. A loan of some money, or a deal to become our submissive servant,” Peter said.
“Okay. Not bad. I think I could sell this!” Mathew said, running through all the angles in the sales pitch.
* * * *
“Hold it right there, you knuckleheads. This poor woman has just discovered her apartment and all her possessions in the world have gone. And you’re both trying to bully her into become our sex slave on the very same day,” Dylan said with indignation. He wanted Mia as much as either of them, if not more. But his moral compass pointed to this idea being lecherous and grossly unjustified, and they were all better than that.
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe we should leave it till tomorrow.” Mathew grinned.
“Look, let’s just be friends to her right now. We’ll help her through the rest of the day and give her a warm, comfortable bed to sleep off her shock. Tomorrow we can talk again.” He saw Mathew and Peter look at each other with matching predatory grins. They wanted Mia, and just as a spider builds a web, he could see they thought they had their little bug caught. They’d give her all the support and warm bed she needed, including warm bodies for that touch of extra heat. They would have her so wrapped up in their world, she wouldn’t even think about leaving them.
* * * *
Mathew followed the directions from his iPhone navigation app toward