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fantasy still plagued her—how would it really work in the end? Sure, she’d had one dom do her and another female sub at the same time, but two doms? How would that work? Could it work, even if the doms were friends? These two guys clearly hated each other. Most likely due to her, but it probably ran deeper than that. The animosity felt palpable when she stood between them, as if they’d been born as adversaries. Just like she couldn’t rightly explain her feelings for each of them, the hate seemed instinctual, natural, part of who each man was in relation to the other.
    What if she’d been honest with them from the beginning? Maybe if they’d met casually, knowing what to expect, they would have liked each other. She doubted it though.
    As if reading her mind, Mr. Guidry said, “It takes a very special pair of men, and a very special girl—which you are, Haley; you know that—but it can be done. Each of those men likes something different, and they’ll discover a way to work together if they find someone who is worth it. You’re worth it.”
    Haley just listened, her jaw slightly slack. “You pulling some voodoo on me, Mr. Guidry?” she finally asked.
    “Only observant.” He winked and pushed the glasses toward her. “Don’t give up, love. It’ll happen as it’s supposed to. Just be…understanding.”
    Haley wrinkled her nose at him and took the three drinks carefully back to her waiting men, trying desperately not to spill a drop from the top-heavy martini glasses. She wondered if she could find a book to read about this or something: I’m Okay, You’re Okay, and He’s Okay Too, So Let’s Get It On . Probably not.
    She handed off the glasses and took a long sip of hers. Tart and sweet. Haley smiled slightly as the booze—probably vodka—warmed her throat on its way down. She wondered how many of these she would need before she could get up the guts to actually speak her mind to Jason and Gregory. But no, any more than two tonight could lead to bigger complications than what she was already dealing with.
    She stood there, watching them watch her. She didn’t know what to say. She looked behind her, back at Mr. Guidry, and he nodded encouragingly. She turned back to them. Even though she stood while they sat, she didn’t feel like she had any extra power or control in the situation. She knew some people used a height advantage as a tactic to get the upper hand in an argument, but it certainly didn’t work when two powerful men were doing their best to stare her down.
    In the room around them, people mingled and chatted, murmuring compliments about Mr. Guidry’s drinks and contemplating the weekend’s events. Some even already had their pony-play gear on: harnesses, hoods with manes in wicked colors, restraining hooves. Doms tipped up glasses so their restrained subs could sip, and some were only allowed to stand against the wall, looking pretty.
    Haley definitely didn’t feel in the mood for any of that tonight; she didn’t know what she wanted. She certainly couldn’t put it into words yet. Instead she waited for Gregory or Jason to say something, but they seemed more concerned only with who could glare at her more strongly. Haley realized she would have to break the silence, to figure out how to proceed.
    “So how did you end up here?” she asked Gregory first.
    He glanced at Jason, swallowed the sip of his drink he’d just taken, and said, “When my flight to Houston got delayed, I decided to head out here, hoping someone had tempted you to come. You never could refuse a trip to Mossy Oaks.”
    “And you?” She looked at Jason.
    “I don’t know if you are going to appreciate this or not,” he warned her.
    Haley took another drink and shrugged. “Regardless, we need to all be honest tonight, don’t you think?”
    Jason paused. “Your friend Margot called me.”
    “What?” Haley remembered he’d spoken to Margot after Haley had left the show last weekend. “How close are you