that’s Mason’s job.”
“Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page, bro.” He slapped him on the shoulder and headed out.
Unlocking the door to his Challenger, he sat down and took a few deep breaths. It hadn’t been easy sleeping in the gym with her, and originally he thought it was the uncomfortable bed he’d made for himself. He realized, though, that it had been the simple fact that she’d been in the building, nearby, and he’d wanted to see her. Looking out his office door and seeing her sweet face had been a treat.
Growling internally, he headed home. He was going to have to be the one to keep her at arm’s length so they didn’t rush into anything. Their mother and fathers were all hyenas. Maybe thirty years ago it was easier to go into a relationship with multiple partners, if you were talking to a she-hyena who was used to their world. But hyena females were so few that Dante wasn’t sure he’d ever met one his own age. Nowadays, you mentioned a three-way to a girl and she hit the road, unless she was so used up she’d done everything and didn’t care. But a four-way – hell, he hadn’t met a girl yet that could handle that.
When they were younger, Cairo, the most adventurous of the three, had taken them to a BDSM club, promising that it would be a great place to find more enthusiastic women. What he’d found there instead – while exciting – had just been a façade. When it came right down to it, your average woman wanted monogamy with one man. The women they’d seen at the club in three-ways were only really with one man, and the other was a good friend or another member of the club who was given to the woman as a special treat. They couldn’t exist like that. Yes, they would each want their bride to themselves on occasion, but in all truth, their bride had to be able to share them, really share them equally, or it wouldn’t work. How do you start that conversation? Hey baby, my brothers and I would like to fill you up times three and take you down to our den for the winter, how’s that sound?
Sounded like the very distinct sound of a woman running in the opposite direction.
Showering and dropping onto the oversized king bed in the master bedroom, he set his alarm and dozed off, Alyssa’s pretty brown eyes on his mind.
It was one in the afternoon before he got to the gym. He walked back to the break room and then the smaller room she had slept in, but couldn’t find her or Mason. Cairo was working as a trainer, watching a young man with hardly any muscle definition lift weights, struggling to keep the boredom off his face while shouting encouragements.
“If you’re looking for Alyssa, Mason took her out already. They’ve been back for her car, too, so she must have liked one of the places.”
Just as he turned to go to his office to call Mason and chew him out for taking her out when he had planned to, he walked into the gym. He was dressed far better than he should have been for work, in nice jeans and a silk t-shirt. Alyssa wasn’t with him.
“Where did you take her?” he demanded.
“Hmm? Oh, to Pat’s, John’s and Rick’s. She liked John’s best, so that’s where she’s unpacking her things now. She’ll be here for her shift at three.”
“John’s? We’re not paying her enough for any of those places, especially his.” John’s condos were townhomes with garages, very high-end.
“I took care of it.” Mason sniffed.
When he tried to move away, Dante grabbed him. “What do you mean you ‘took care of it’?”
“When I saw how much she liked the place, I talked to John and he came down in price for her so that she could afford it. I’m picking up the rest, and she won’t know, so don’t worry.”
“How much is the rest?” His eyes narrowed.
Mason at least had the decency to look guilty. “Seven hundred.