The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning

something to talk about that wouldn’t remind her of the fiasco with the politician or make it sound like he was chewing her out for disappearing on Saturday. This was why he’d never had kids. How did you get their attention without turning into a nag?
    “So. Are you all rested and ready to get back to work tomorrow?” he asked her finally, pouring blue cheese dressing on his salad.
    “If I can walk after all—” She stopped, blushing, and glanced at the doorway that Allie had gone through. “I mean, sure. Do you want to come and watch?” She was looking at Decker now.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Finn’s voice sounded much sharper than he’d intended it to. He forced himself to smile at her, but it didn’t feel like much of one. “We’ve got a lot of work to do this week. It would be distracting to have someone there.”
    Decker nodded, not looking at either of them. Finn wasn’t sure if the nod was to communicate approval of the way he was taking over the situation or just meant he understood Finn’s objection.
    Daphne was looking at him as if he’d grown a second head. “What is your problem?” she asked finally, laying her silverware on the table and leaning toward him.
    This was it. Decker had warned him that she would challenge his authority at first. It was the point where he needed to assert who was boss in this situation.
    He steeled himself. “My problem? My problem is that we’re several weeks behind schedule on this project. We made up some good time last week, and you did a great job. But it’s time to crack down and get it finished. We have several songs left to write and choreograph. Since you insisted on doing it all yourself, you have a lot of work left to do. I don’t want there to be any distractions.”
    They stared at each other. Daphne’s eyes flicked over to Decker, who was studiously concentrating on his meal as if there was nobody else in the room. The other band and crew members were staring openmouthed. Daphne’s face was turning red—a very bad sign. He’d seen her get angry before, and his first instinct was to say something calming. But if he was going to be the boss, he couldn’t simply allow her to have temper tantrums whenever he asked her to work.
    “Did you not ask me to be in charge of the project and keep you on track?” He forced his voice to remain calm but firm. Decker had kept stressing firmness. Be firm , but don’t allow yourself to get angry. Anger leads to rash, hurtful statements that you’ll regret later. If she gets angry and starts lashing out at you, think of her as a small child trying to be the one in charge.
    “I didn’t ask you to be an asshole about it.”
    He took a deep breath. A small child. She’s a small child having a temper tantrum . “I’m sorry if you think I’m being an asshole. I’m just pointing out that we need to stop playing around and start concentrating.”
    Her eyes got bright, as if she were on the verge of tears. Finn felt himself weakening, beginning to mentally form an apology. Was he being an asshole? He honestly couldn’t tell. But she’d seemed to like the forceful, confident type this afternoon. She’d been lying on the ground at Decker’s feet, for God’s sake. Why was she reacting now like he was beating her up instead of just trying to be a little dominant?
    She stood up. “I’m not playing around. I worked really hard last week , and I took the weekend off. I’m sorry if you think I should be working twenty-four hours a day. You probably don’t think I deserve any time off. You—you—” She broke off and started to turn away from the table. Then she hesitated, grabbing three of the homemade rolls. She stalked away from the table, muttering, “Who cares?”
    Finn stared after her, bewildered. His gaze met Decker’s. The other man looked sympathetic.
    “Too much?” Finn asked him.
    Decker nodded. “Little bit.”
    For the rest of dinner Finn debated with himself whether he