Use Me [Dungeon Masters 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page A

didn’t know his way around New York, but Raff led them confidently through Kennedy International Airport and to the Air Train which stopped at each terminal and then took them into the city itself. It was dark now, but the city was brightly lit and full of activity. He had no worries about walking the few blocks to Raff’s apartment, although they kept Violet tucked between them. Raff carried her suitcase, not having brought any luggage of his own.
    Suddenly Darcy really hoped that his apartment was untouched. That no one had burgled it and no squatters had been living there. He wondered if Raff had even asked the apartment manager to check. Maybe he had, but here out on the streets was not the place for such questions. They’d know all the answers soon enough.

Chapter Seven

    Violet was excited to see what Raff’s former apartment might look like. She knew it was his old life and not what he was now, but she was still fascinated to know the old him so she could tell how he’d changed. She was also well aware it might have been destroyed by vandals or thieves, or simply be inches deep in dust, cobwebs, and stinking of rotted food.
    Among the few things she had packed in her suitcase were a sturdy pair of rubber gloves and a bottle of bleach. She was also prepared to take a stand to go stay in a hotel if the apartment was too disgusting. However, it was the obvious first place for them to go, so Raff could collect his personal documents, even if it was so disgusting she had to wait for him in the apartment building lobby.
    She could feel the tension rolling off him as they walked up to an apartment building and he pressed the buzzer.
    “Yes?”
    “Raff Allsop. The apartment manager is expecting me.”
    “Look into the camera.”
    “That’s new. I’ve never had to do that before.”
    “You’ve been gone a hell of a long time.”
    The door opened and Raff held it for her to walk through. Darcy was right behind her. They stood in the foyer, which wasn’t very big. There was a long row of mailboxes, a security counter with no one there right now, and two elevators. That was all.
    A man emerged from a room behind the security desk, a ring of keys in his hand. He went over to one of the mailboxes, unlocked it, and handed Raff a couple of letters then locked the box again. He used his key on one of the elevators as well, and they all went up to the ninth floor. Violet followed the others out of the elevator, noticing how Raff automatically turned left and then left again.
    At Apartment 907 the manager unlocked the door and then stood back. “If your keys aren’t in there, let me know and I’ll give you the spare set. When will you be finished so I can send in a cleaning crew and assess it to know what maintenance needs doing before I can rent the apartment out again?”
    “We’re flying home early Sunday evening so I’d say before lunchtime Sunday,” said Raff.
    “Good, good. I’ll see you then.”
    Raff took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Violet wanted to peek over his shoulder but this was Raff’s apartment. His life. She had to wait her turn. There were no bad smells so that was a positive sign.
    Raff flipped the light switch on and then said, “Be careful you don’t slip over.”
    Slip over? Whatever was on the floor? It was hardly likely to have been polished recently.
    Darcy had his hand on her waist, but she kept her eyes on the floor to watch where she stepped as she entered the apartment. Then she smiled. It seemed that someone had been clearing his mailbox for him and just pushing all the letters under the door. Letters, catalogues, and magazines formed a wide pool around the doorway.
    Violet looked up but there were no cobwebs dangling from the ceiling, and still no bad smells. There certainly was a layer of dust over everything, but that could just as easily have been the result of someone’s lazy housekeeping as the owner having been away for almost two years.
    Violet bent down and