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

should go to Daphne’s room and try to talk to her, or give her time to get over being angry. It wasn’t an easy choice. For all the times he’d threatened to quit, he really didn’t want to be fired over something stupid like this. Daphne could be very unreasonable and very impulsive. She would calm down, he told himself. He’d be especially nice in the morning and make it up to her. Maybe even take her out to breakfast—no, that wasn’t a good idea. It would hurt Allie’s feelings. When the meal was over, he went upstairs after dinner to read in his room. Pausing in front of her door, he went through the whole argument again. But in the end he went on to his own room and spent the evening trying not to feel bad about his disastrous attempt to establish some structure in their relationship.

Chapter 8
     
    Allie was up early. She’d been dreaming about Daphne and the glass on the front porch, but instead of cleaning it up, Daphne was cheerfully smashing all of her front windows and throwing the pieces at members of the leather community, who were walking past the house in some kind of odd procession. The front yard was filling up with blood as Allie watched, horrified.
    When she’d startled herself awake at five, she hadn’t felt like going back to sleep. Images of her friends bleeding in front of her house kept flashing before her eyes and a heavy, desolated feeling threatened to engulf her whenever she tried to settle back down.
    She got up and dressed, wondering again what it was about Daphne that bothered her so much. It was almost threatening, as if Daphne’s presence was crowding her out of her own home. Stupid . Daphne had it all . Sh e was rich, famous, thin, gorgeous. There was no way Daphne would want to trade her life for Allie’s. Not that there was anything wrong with her life, Allie reflected. She loved having her own business, having two men to love and take care of and who loved and took care of her. She couldn’t imagine a better existence.
    She smiled at the two men, still sleeping peacefully. It was satisfying to get up early and have coffee and breakfast ready when they came downstairs. She’d hardly ever done that when it had been just her and Brad. She smiled warmly at Karl’s sleeping form and once more thanked the universe for bringing the three of them together.
    As if her attention woke him, Karl yawned and stretched, opening his eyes.
    He smiled. “Good morning, b eautiful. This is early, even for you.”
    Allie gave him a rueful smile in return. “I had a nightmare and couldn’t get back to sleep. I thought I’d go down and try a new recipe.”
    He got up and walked toward her, and she was struck again by what a beautiful body he had. His shoulders were wide and muscular, and his chest was like chiseled rock. She put a hand up and ran her fingers down his torso as he drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. She marveled, as she always did, how just touching him in any way always stoked such a fire between her legs. Sinking into his embrace, she let his love chase away the last vestiges of her bad dream.
    “Let’s go into the bathroom for a little talk,” he said, releasing her and glancing at Brad to make sure they hadn’t woken him.
    She followed him in and Karl sat on the edge of the tub, pointing to the floor in front of him.
    Allie pulled over a rug and sank to her knees. “Is something wrong?” She tried to keep her voice light, but she had a feeling she knew what this was going to be about.
    “I’m not sure. I think maybe there is.” He paused, studying her with a serious face. “I’ve noticed something lately that I want to discuss. It’s obvious that you don’t like Daphne very much. Can you tell me why?”
    Allie’s first reaction was to protest that Daphne was a spoiled brat who did nothing to deserve her respect. But she knew that wouldn’t go over well. “I’m not sure,” she finally mumbled. “Maybe it’s just a personality