True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

when Warren dragged himself to the bathroom, he found that there was a dearth of hot water in the shower. He made do and quickly dressed. He wanted to hear what Haley had to say about their surprise.
    The two of them were standing in the disaster of the kitchen, discussing the progress of the renovation, while sipping coffee. Warren kissed Haley and then poured himself a cup.
    “Have you told Haley about our plans?” he asked after a swallow.
    Gordon shook his head. “I wanted you to be here. After all, it was a joint effort.” Gordon’s face shone with goodwill, and Warren smiled back.
    He quickly outlined what had transpired while Haley had slept soundly the night before and waited for her to react with pleasure and excitement. He was immediately disappointed. It appeared that they had forgotten that their sub might have an opinion in the matter, and she wasn’t pleased at how they had arranged her life outside of the bedroom. Warren could understand his own oversight, but Gordon appeared to have been infected by the same irrational spontaneity and neglected to remember Haley’s edict.
    Gordon stroked Haley’s back soothingly, but she wrenched away from him and glared more daggers.
    “You didn’t think to check with me?” she fairly shrieked. “You called my boss, told him that I wanted a vacation, and expected him to simply shut Enrico’s down, just so that you could take me to some exotic island and fuck me into accepting our threesome status as a long-term thing? Words fail me.”
    “You’re making your position fairly clear, Haley,” Warren heard himself answer in that cold, arrogant tone he used to take with people who stood up to him. Haley whirled and clenched both fists, her mouth thinning and setting into an ugly line.
    “You’ve influenced Gordon, you jerk,” she snapped.
    Gordon was on her before she could say anything further. He gathered her to him and swung her up into his arms, giving Warren a look that spoke volumes. Warren snapped his mouth shut and gave himself a mental slap. They had screwed up, and it was cold comfort that Gordon was in the same deep hole with him. He followed his friend and a struggling Haley to the living room where Gordon sat with her on the couch and just held her until she settled and her breathing calmed.
    “Let me go, Gordon.”
    Warren watched as Haley slid from Gordon’s lap and went to curl up in a chair, precluding any easy physical contact. Her face was still flushed from her tantrum, but now her bottom lip was trembling. Damn it. How was it that he always managed to make her cry?
    “Can we please talk about this, Haley?” Warren tried.
    “What’s to talk about? You and Gordon just decided to plan, not just the next two weeks for me, but the rest of my life! And I’m not having it.” He watched as she dashed away the tears and stared at her feet.
    Warren looked at Gordon, who shrugged. Impasse. Warren tried again.
    “Haley? Both of us noticed how you were pulling away from us. And then you told Gordon we kept you from thinking clearly and that you were scared. Please, honey, we just wanted to take you away from everything for a couple of weeks while the renos were completed and give us a chance to sort this all out.”
    Haley visibly calmed her temper, shutting her mouth over some thoughts that Warren figured he really might not want to hear. He waited, the only other sound in the room being Gordon’s shift of position on the couch to sit closer to Haley.
    “I’m not going away with either of you, never mind both of you. I’m going to use the two weeks you so conveniently arranged for me to have off to find a place to live.”
    At his immediate negative reaction, swiftly echoed by Gordon, Haley rose to her feet. She looked determined and furious, and Warren wanted to drag her down and roll her under him, remind her of their physical connection, seeing as she was determined to establish such distance between them emotionally.
    “And don’t