Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

CHLOE

"He didn't?" Faith all but squealed.

I flopped down on her bed and exhaled. My frustration at my run in with lighter and the twins was finally starting to ebb away. Replaced with a blush at the memory of Dane making me come.

"He did. With his thigh."

My face heated, which was totally ridiculous. I wasn't all that experienced with sex, but I wasn't a virgin either. What Dane and I did was not that big a deal in the scheme of things.

And yet, it felt like it was. Remembering his hand around my throat made my pulse race faster. No one had ever touched me like that before. So possessive and dominant. I liked it more than I thought I would.

"And that's it?" Faith looked disappointed. "He didn't bend you over his desk and fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week?"

"I walked into this room, didn't I?" I asked. When she raised her eyebrows at me, I said, "No. No, he didn't."

"But he wanted to?" she asked. "And you wanted him to. Right?"

"We both agreed not to rush," I said carefully. That was technically accurate. We hadn't discussed sex, but we had agreed not to jump into anything too fast.

"What aren't you telling me?" she asked.

I sat cross-legged and told her about the conversation. She already knew about the situation between me and my sister, so there was no reason not to tell her everything.

She gaped. "Dane DiMarco wants to work with you? He's willing to piss the Brantley family off?"

"So it would seem." I shrugged. "If he was by my side, he'd have more power than he would working for them. Considering none of them seem to trust him, then that's not saying much."

"Do you trust him?" She sat down beside me and cocked her head. "Or did your clit do all the thinking?"

I batted her lightly on the arm. "You know me better than that. I know better than to get caught up in physical attraction."

"Do you?" she pressed. "He is fucking hot."

"If you're that interested…" I looked at her meaningfully. In spite of my own words, the idea of Dane touching her made me want to scratch both their eyes out.

"I don't poach other women's men," she said firmly. "Besides, I have higher ambitions than to marry a history teacher." She raised her hand before I could protest. "He wouldn't be a history teacher if he married you. But if he got together with me, that's all he'd be. I'm not the one with the influential family. Yet."

I frowned. "Should I be worried about what you're planning? You're not going to try to steal the Brantley twins from my sister, are you?" Although, I'd be completely behind her if she did. They could do a lot worse than Faith.

"I would, but they seem glued to her right now." She made a face. "No, I was thinking someone more influential."

"Like who? Don't say my father." I stuck out my tongue in disgust.

"It wasn't going to, but now you mention it…" She gave me a sly smile, which turned to a laugh when I kicked her in the leg. "Ouch. No, I wasn't thinking about your father. I promise. He's too old for me. No, I was thinking of pledging to become a filly."

That took me by surprise. After a moment's thought, I realised maybe it shouldn't. Like she said, her family wasn't influential. This would be one way for her to change that. And get lots of orgasms. It wasn't something I was interested in, but that didn't make it perfectly valid. Life was too short to judge other people on some things. This was one of them.

"I figured I might meet someone there." She shrugged. "I mean, it can't hurt, right? Once in a while they get an actual prince to join."

"Queen Faith of… Somewhere," I said. "That has a ring to it. Don't forget me when you're royalty."

She giggled. "I would never forget you. He might even have a brother. A younger brother." Then she'd be more powerful than I would. In theory anyway. A girl had to watch her own back. I appreciated that.

I snorted. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a princess. Not that kind of princess anyway." I was already a mafia princess. If my father had any biological sons, I'd probably be married off by now. To who, I wasn't sure. There were other single men in the Brantley family, if my father wanted to make peace with them. Otherwise, there were other families all over the world. Whoever they were, I doubted they'd want me either.

"You'd make an amazing princess," she declared. She shifted her position so she was also sitting with her legs crossed. "Are you going to try to talk me out of it? I know what you think about the Brotherhood. I was going to wait until I'm doing my masters anyway. I want to concentrate on my undergrad degree first. I don't want anyone thinking I'm just a pretty face. I have a lot to offer." There was no hint of bragging in her tone. She was just being honest and confident. I should try to be more like her, not my sister.

"You do," I agreed. "I think you should do whatever makes you happy. You might finish your degree and decide to do something different. Work for a Fortune five hundred company, or set up your own. You might be a billionaire by the time you're thirty." If anyone could, she could.

"I don't see why I can't be a billionaire and a queen," she said with a smile. "A girl has to have ambition."

"You'll have men lined up outside your door," I said. "You could take your pick." She already could. If anyone was going to turn the head of a prince, it would be Faith. If they didn't look at her, there was clearly something wrong with them.

"Which brings us back to Mr D," she said. "Are you going to do it? And by it , I mean that in every sense of the word." She wiggled her shapely eyebrows at me. "You are, aren't you? If only to have a good fuck."

"You know there's more to life than sex, right?" I asked.

She pressed a hand to her chest, over her heart. "There is? Tell me more."

I rolled my eyes at her.

She laughed and lowered her hand. "I know there is, but we're young and single and should enjoy ourselves. And, let's face it, if we were old and taken, we should still enjoy ourselves. Life is too short to be with someone who doesn't have a clue how to make a woman feel good. Which is why you should try before you buy." She pointed her finger in the direction of my nose.

"I wasn't planning on buying him," I said.

"But you want to own him," she stated. "I see it on your face that you do."

I glanced over to her mirror and patted my cheek. "I don't see it."

"I did," she assured me. "Because you do."

"I don't think anyone owns someone like him," I said. I could imagine being owned by him. In the bedroom, anyway.

I liked the way he dominated me in his office. I would have done whatever he told me to do. We both knew it and we both liked it. But there were times I wanted to be the dominant one. I sensed he'd be only too happy to comply if I got bossy. That was a theory I'd have to test before I made any firm decisions. So to speak.

"I can almost hear you thinking," Faith said. "Were they dirty thoughts?"

"Actually, I was thinking about next week's exam," I lied. "You know, the business law one. The one we're supposed to be studying for."

The teacher for that subject was almost as hot as Dane, but he actually seemed to enjoy his job. Too much, when it came to giving out work. And marking it. He was also one of those who wouldn't be bribed with money or a blowjob, unfortunately. Most of the teachers here were more reasonable. This one actually made us work.

Faith groaned. "I was right, you were thinking dirty thoughts. What could be more dirty than studying for an exam?"

I laughed. "If you want to impress your prince, you need to put in the work."

"I need that on a T-shirt," she said. "Fine, let me get my notes. If we're going to do this, we might as well do it properly."

"That's what she said," I said with a smile.

Faith laughed. "That's what I keep saying." She picked up her water bottle from beside her bed and toasted me. "Here's to men who know how to get us off and want to keep doing it, several times a day, until we're old and grey."

I returned her toast with my hand curled around an imaginary cup. "Never settle for less."

"Never ever," she agreed.

"Not even if he's a prince," I added.

She lowered her water bottle. "That would be a conundrum. A prince who was useless in bed. You know what, I think I'm going to cross that bridge when I get to it. I can always teach him."

I grabbed up my notepad and pen and placed them on my leg. "That's the spirit. And if you can't, there are always vibrators."

"Thank fuck for vibrators," she agreed. "One of the world's great inventions. Without them, we'd all have blue clits."

I snorted. "Yes, we would. Thank fuck for whoever invented them. Not all heroes wear capes."

We both laughed, then sighed before getting down to work.