"Damn, girl. He's so hot," Kevin whistled when I walked inside. "Frightening, but hot."

Laughing, I made my way to the lunchroom to change into my uniform. "Back off, he's mine," I yelled over my shoulder jokingly.

"Keep him. He's not my type. I'd probably piss myself if he ever looked me straight in the eyes," he chuckled back.

We had a busy day at the café today, and by the end of it, I was dragging my feet. The tables were all full, and as soon as one was free, someone else took it. I only had a couple of short breaks–like five minutes short breaks–before I had to hurry back. In other words, we were understaffed, but the tips made it just about worth it.

I didn't have time to gossip with Kevin as we went back and forth with orders, drinks, and plates. We were lucky today, having had pleasant enough customers and little complaining. Thank God, I didn't think I could handle that on top of all the stress.

"Ugh, I'm officially dead," I announced when the last people walked out the door, leaving me alone with Kevin. The chef had already gone home.

Slumping into the chair I'd plopped my ass on, I groaned, feeling the aches left by Gideon yesterday and from spending the entire day on my feet.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Kevin agreed. "But we should probably get the place back in order," he suggested but didn't make a move to get started.

"Can't we just take a couple of minutes first? I don't think I can move yet." We were both ragged, and the thought of cleaning up made the soles of my feet throb painfully.

"If we take a break now, it'll only get harder to start again later," he said, ever the wise man, and offered a hand to drag me up from my seat.

With significant effort on both of our parts, we managed to swipe the tables, count the money in the register, and got the place ready for tomorrow. We were really dragging it, so much so that I had to text Callan to tell him I would be late.

"How's your father doing?" Kevin asked as we did a final sweep of the place.

"He says he's okay, but from what my mom told me, he's going insane. He's not used to taking things easy," I answered. "He appreciated the package I sent him." I'd gone a little overboard with the candy and crossword puzzles, but I wanted him to have something to do when he couldn't move around much unless it was with crutches.

"That's good to hear. Tell them I said hi next time you talk to them." Kevin had met them on a couple of occasions when they were visiting the city, and they all hit it off right from the start.

"I'll be sure to tell them," I promised and went to the lunchroom to change into the clothes I'd arrived in. The smell of Gideon embraced me, and I couldn't help but sniff the shirt like a creep.

"Hey, girly? One of your men is outside!" Kevin yelled from outside the room. Just the words "one of my men" made me grin. How did I ever get so lucky to not only have one amazing dominant but three?

Shaking off my sluggish movements, I hurried up, not wanting to make him wait for me anymore than he already had. I was at least ten minutes late by now. Grabbing my bag, I went out the door but paused beside Kevin.

"Go, I'll lock up," he said, seeing my indecision. "I'll call you on Sunday, and you better pick up, or else I will smack your ass so hard you'll see stars. No, wait, I forgot you were into that kind of stuff." He winked, making me laugh.

"Talk to you on Sunday," I promised. "And good luck tomorrow with Oliver." While I'd gotten the weekend off, poor Kevin would work with our number one enemy–a tiny bit of an overstatement, but Oliver really wasn't that great of a guy.

"Thanks, I'm going to need it. Now, go to your man!" He ushered me along and out of the café.

The sight of Callan stopped me in my tracks. He was dressed in jeans and a form-fitted grey jumper, showing a hint of the glorious abs underneath. It was rare to see him in casual clothes, but it looked just as good on him as a suit. His green, intense eyes pinned me to the spot, and the raw need I saw in them made my pussy clench in desperation. Even being so tired that I could hardly stand, he made me turned on. That was a feat in and of itself.

"Come here, Sweetheart," Callan said in that smooth voice of his. My body moved automatically, taking the necessary steps to reach him.

He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to him when I was within reach. Bracing my hands on his chest, I could feel the muscles beneath my hands tighten.

"Hello, Sir," I smiled coyly, my heart beating like crazy under his gaze.

"Hello, Bella." He smirked, bringing one hand on my nape and guided my mouth to his. The kiss started out softly but heated when his tongue demanded entry. With a soft sigh, I let him in.

From the start, he took control of the kiss, leaving me to follow his lead. I whimpered as he bit my lower lip, feeling my panties damped at the slight sting.

I was panting by the time he pulled away, and I had to mentally shake off my lust-filled thoughts. Blinking, I craned my neck to look up at him. "Well, that was quite the hello."

Chuckling, he opened the door to the passenger seat for me. "What can I say? I've missed you." He winked and closed the door before walking to the driver's seat.

"So, might I ask what we're going to do today?" I asked when he got inside the car, my lips still tingly after our kiss.

"Today, I'm going to train you in something I consider vital to my submissive," he said, looking at me with something I couldn't quite discern. Amusement, maybe?

"And what is that?" My curiosity was through the roof. Each time I met up with one of them–or all of them, I had no idea what plans they had in mind. It was actually quite thrilling.

"To teach you to accept that we want to spoil you. It's important to us, so you need to learn how to get used to it. I heard you had a rough day at work today, and I want to show you how this arrangement of ours isn't just about you submitting to us. It's time you experienced some of the other joys of being with us."

"Oh. Wait...how did you know today was rough?" I certainly hadn't talked to him aside from him texting to confirm he'd pick me up and me telling him I would be late.

"I might have talked to Kevin," he admitted; his body tensed as he told me like he was afraid of my reaction.

"That's... that's actually quite considerate of you, thank you," I answered, feeling a warmth spread inside my chest. I was definitely swooning at their attentiveness.

What were these guys doing to me? It felt like I was falling, and there was no parachute to save me.

I just hoped it wouldn't shatter me when I hit the ground.