Page 1 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

Carraway ‘Carey’ Monroe

Ronan and Foxkept sighing under their breaths, and I couldn’t blame them. The three of us were pissed. And for good reason. Serena Mendoza, our sweet mild-mannered, drop-dead gorgeous assistant, had slipped out of the office early.

“Where do you think she went?” Ronan asked, finally breaking the heavy silence in the conference room.

“My guess is lunch,” Fox replied. His blue eyes were fixed on the papers in front of him, but I knew he wasn’t paying attention to shit while he highlighted who knew what the fuck. The papers were literally backwards.

I had no idea how a five-foot-nothing woman had us tied up into knots.

“She had a date,” I shared, and if I’d thought the room was quiet before, it was worse now. “I went to her desk and saw a Post-It reminder she left.”

“What did it say?” Fox asked, looking almost as distraught as I felt.

“Lunch date. With a heart.” I stood up, shut the door, and crossed my arms over my broad chest. I was done. I was done putting off a conversation that very much needed to be had.

“We’re different. The three of us. We know that,” I started. Fox rolled his eyes while Ronan simply shrugged.

“I know we all said we’d keep our hands to ourselves when it came to her. We all… well, let’s be honest, we want her. The three of us. Has that changed?” Ronan and Fox looked at one another before turning to me, and each shook his head slowly. My hands clenched. I hadn’t thought so.

“Then I think it’s time we make a move,” I suggested.

Serena called to the three of us in a different way. It was more than sexual. We wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Cherish her. She was different than anyone else. There was more than a baser sexual need.

It went deeper.

Dirtier.

“We?” Ronan asked, sitting up, his interest obviously piqued.

“We,” I repeated confidently.

Fox, Ronan, and I had met in college. One night, at a party, we discovered we had similar interests. Not only had we gone into business together, creating the number-one sports agency in the country, but we’d become best friends. Closer than most since our sexual interests were different.

We came as a team.

In and out of the office.

We liked to share a woman.

At first, I thought it was a phase. Sharing a woman between us had never seemed like a long-term possibility. But we’d done it. As members of a sex club called Club Sin, we were able to find women more than willing to give in to our dirty needs. Especially when we made sure they were more than satisfied by the end of the night.

But we’d never had a repeat.

Then in walked Serena with her long dark hair and cherry lips and changed it all.

I wasn’t even sure she’d be interested in a foursome. She looked so sweet, innocent almost. Then I’d noticed the way Fox and Ronan looked at her. The way they talked to her. Touched her any chance they got.

All professional but different than with any other female employees.

Need had driven us mad.

Serena was too sweet. Too soft and gentle for the dirty things we expected from our perfect little doll. Too pure for the way we wanted to control her. The three of us were different in bed, but what we’d ultimately want would be control.

The right thing would have been to let her go. Transfer her into someone else’s department. Instead, we promoted her to our personal assistant. We shared her in the office, and now I was suggesting we take the last step, hammer the last nail in our proverbial coffins.

Share her outside of work.

“She wouldn’t be interested,” Fox scoffed, but I knew he didn’t believe his own words.