Two Doms for Kara
The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 3
By
Anya Summers
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About the Author
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Chapter One
"Oh, for pity's sake!"
Kara glanced at the coffee stain spreading over her fitted white blouse.
Of all the mornings for her klutz-o-meter to kick into high gear, this was the worst possible time. She couldn't seem to manage walking, let alone striking a balancing act to make it to the office in one piece. Kara always felt she was a bit disheveled, her small, five foot curvy frame a far cry from the leggy models running about Manhattan. They were the same women who hired her to oversee their weddings, and while she always did her best to appear collected, her clumsiness sometimes got the better of her. She glared at the perpetrators of her demise, her black stiletto pumps and the small crack between the elevator and the fifth floor where her new office was located. Along with the fact that she seemed incapable of putting one foot in front of the other, this morning she was running unseemingly late for her first official board meeting with her new business partners.
Last month she'd moved her base of operations for her wedding planning company, Bridal Dreams, from her walk up apartment in Brooklyn to the island of Manhattan. The only way for her company to score some of the bigger, more elite city weddings was to have an office in Manhattan. Prices being what they were, Kara had sublet a small office from her good friends Chase Manning and Zeke Driscoll. Zeke owned a catering enterprise making some of the best edible creations she'd ever put in her mouth. He had rocketed to fame with a cooking show some years back, and had left the limelight to enjoy control of his own enterprises. Then there was Chase, who was a special occasions architect, and she considered him the demi-god of design.
Kara had met them at a bridal trade show a few years back. After realizing how well they hit it off with each other, they'd pooled resources and worked together on a few previous weddings with great success. She'd even landed an interview in Summer Bridal Magazine two months prior with the Goodall wedding. So, after she had considered her options and realized a Manhattan move was imminent once she found the space, she'd mentioned she was in the market for office space. Zeke and Chase had graciously offered her their extra office for Bridal Dreams.
Last week, they'd agreed upon and finalized a merger of all three companies, which was a huge step for her and them. It made butterflies flutter in her belly when she thought about the merger. It had been a great leap of faith for her. She wasn't used to depending upon anyone else, and now she had two partners. Her nerves about the merger added to her clumsiness, she knew, but this morning was their first board meeting. She was late, very, very late, and now she looked ridiculous with coffee covering her front. What a way to begin a partnership. Kara raced down the hall while attempting to blot the spilled coffee from her blouse. This just would not do, to have her shirt with such a huge stain on it.
The silver placard on the dark walnut door gave her pause. Embossed in black lettering with the new swirly logo Chase had designed, it read: Bridal Dreams, Inc. Shaking her head, Kara tentatively opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't spot either of her partners in the reception area. The office was fairly standard with three offices, a conference room, a store room, and a reception waiting area. Coffee was already percolating in the complimentary coffee maker, likely Chase's doing since she didn't see any signs of Gretchen, their assistant. The doors to their offices were closed, as was the do
or to the conference room.
Screw it!
Kara made a mad dash for her office, her one objective being to avoid her partners until she'd stripped off the stained blouse and changed into attire that didn't make her look like a clumsy moron. She had some of her workout gear stored in her tote. The black workout tank in her bag would work well enough, she could pair it with her blazer. While not ideal, it would have to do until lunchtime, where she could hit up the department store around the corner and purchase a top that was infinitely more appropriate work couture. The normal patrons of Bridal Dreams expected a certain level of decorum. It wouldn't do to have their elite clientele walk in when she was looking less than her best. Even though she faked it most days.
Setting the almost empty coffee mug on her desk, she stripped off her navy blazer, and pulled the tails of her blouse from inside her matching pencil skirt. She unbuttoned her blouse and grimaced at her white lace bra. Some of the coffee had seeped through onto the material. Her nipples were visible through the now see-through material.
The door to her office swung open. "Hey, Kara, if you're ready we—"
Zeke Driscoll, aka the man who could play Thor's demi-god brother with his smoldering blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and wealth of dirty blonde hair, stopped short at the sight of her without her blouse. His lean, six foot frame filled her office doorway, shielding her body from the rest of the office. His electric blue gaze ran over her half-naked form with a long lingering stop at her breasts, at which her nipples pebbled into hard points under his intense stare, before returning his scrutiny to her face.
"Sorry," Kara cried, crossing her arms in front of her boobs in an attempt to shield them from Zeke's scorching observation.
"What's going on in here? Are you guys ready to start, or what?" Her other partner, Chase Manning, with his wavy black chin length hair and goatee, entered her office, shouldering past Zeke. His jaw dropped open at her topless appearance.
"Was there a party I didn't know about, gorgeous?" Chase asked Kara, contemplating her like she was one of Zeke's tasty canapes.
If only a hole would open up in the floor so she could crawl in and hide. This was so not the impression she wanted to make with her partners. What would they think of her?
"No, sorry, I was just changing. I spilled my coffee and stained the front of my blouse."
"Don't let us stop you; continue with your little office striptease," Chase teased, wiggling his thick dark eyebrows at her and giving her the distinct urge to giggle.
Stifling the urge as her embarrassment warred with the rather comical situation, she rolled her eyes at Chase. "Yeah, right. You wish."
"Every damn day, gorgeous." Chase winked at her.
Neither man made a move toward leaving her office. They just stood there and were grinning at her little show. Curse and drat her clumsy feet. Kara was sure she would eventually look back on this and find it hilarious. As it was, she was half naked, and holding her boobs in front of her partners.
Then Zeke cocked a brow in her direction. "Sure, you just wanted to tease us with a delectable glimpse that we can dream about."
"Yeah, right. Out, let me change, and I'll be in the conference room in five," she ordered as sternly as she could muster. Kara tried sounding confident but knew she sounded more like a first grade teacher attempting to scold high schoolers than the bad-ass she wanted to portray. She hated showing weakness to anyone.
Zeke and Chase left her office, their deep laughter making her squirm as they retreated. Chase closed the door behind them, winking rather saucily at her. When the door latched, she retrieved her tank from her bag and yanked it over her head. It really was too bad that she worked with the guys. They were both the stuff of dreams that, under any other circumstances—meaning if they didn't work with each other—she'd be all for getting to know either one in the biblical sense; well, that and the fact that they were batting for the other team. It was a god damn Greek tragedy that they were gay.
She finished changing, grabbed her binder and legal pad, then left her office and walked to the conference. The guys were reclining in the conference room chairs. They fell suspiciously silent as she walked in and took a seat.
"Sorry about that, really. I didn't mean to give you an eyeful," she apologized, feeling the mortification to the soles of her stilettos.
"You can strip for me anytime you want to, pet. I didn't mind, and will make sure to find ways to get you out of your top again," Chase teased, playfully biting his succulent lower lip. The fact was, Chase was so sexy it was criminal. His flirting made her belly flutter and made her wish for the umpteenth time that he was straight.
"Moving on," Zeke interjected, casting controlled glances at her and Chase. "We have a lot to discuss and a short amount of time to do it in."
"Shoot, it sounds like you have a lead?" Kara questioned, shifting her brain from the misdirected heat in her partner's eyes to the business at hand. Bridal Dreams needed to score a big wedding if they were to really make a splash with the new merger. Zeke had something, or he wouldn't be so droll.
"You'd be right about that. And if you're a good girl, I'll tell you what it is." Zeke templed his fingers, studying her intently before he gave her any hint of the potential lead. The way he stared at her made the blood in her veins spike. Her breathing grew shallow. The air in the room seemed charged, like the air before a summer storm unleashed its fury. It was just her rotten damn luck that she found herself attracted to gay men. That her traitorous body unrepentantly didn't care about their persuasion, having lost the memo that they were both unavailable—not just to her, but to womankind.
She had nothing against gay men at all. Some of Kara's closest friends were part of the LGBT community and she loved each one dearly. Except Zeke and Chase were an exception to the rule; she didn't normally want to do naughty things with her gay male friends or have vivid daydreams with them as the lead. Her partners sent her hormones into overdrive and were just too damn beautiful for their own good, in her opinion. And the close bond between Zeke and Chase was obvious to anyone in the room. They made the perfect gay couple. She needed to stop obsessing about wishing she could have sex with either one. Office fornication only complicated working relationships, and would decimate their fledgling partnership if her secret were revealed. If she thought her embarrassment over a little boobage reveal was big, should they discover how attracted she was to the both of them, it would potentially napalm her career—and theirs.
"And? Don't leave a girl hanging. What, or should I say who, is the lead?" she pressed him to answer her. Zeke loved this type of power play, and then had the audacity to accuse her of being a tease. Pot, meet kettle. It was why they made perfect partners.
"We received a call last night from a buddy of mine that I've known for quite some time, and he'd like us to coordinate his wedding. It's a tall order with an extremely short time frame in which to pull it off. They are looking at a New Year's Eve Celebration," Zeke finished. An air of expectancy filled the room.
"New Year's Eve, this year? Are you kidding?" Kara said.
"No, I'm dead serious."
"Zeke, come on man, even I'm not that good. Do these people understand the sheer volume of what is involved in planning a wedding? A New Year's Eve wedding in this city with a little over two months to go? That's not possible, you know that. New Year's in Manhattan? You may as well ask me to find you unicorns growing on trees."
"It's not in the city," Chase interrupted her diatribe.
"Then where, oh wise one, is this last minute wedding going to happen?" She glanced between her partners. She was all for working a last minute wedding, and had done so on numerous occasions, but she also knew this city. Chase's gaze flickered to Zeke and then returned to her. What the hell were they not telling her? There was something else happening here that she wasn't aware of, and she didn't know why but it made her uneasy.
"It's in Scotland. I hope like hell you have a passport," Zeke answered, his intent gaze scrutinizi
ng her response.
She hid her surprise, instead smiling like the Cheshire cat, unwilling to show them that on the inside, she was dancing a jig. It would be tight turnaround no matter what, but out of this city, it could be feasible. They'd have to work like the dervish but the last minute fees would be so worth it. "What's our budget like? And are they willing to pay last minute expenditure fees, including our travel?"
"Do you really think I wouldn't consider that?" Zeke scoffed at her questions, shaking his head in her direction.
"Just tell her," Chase chimed in. He was the more straightforward of the two, bless him.
Some days she wanted to hug him, while others she wanted to strangle him. "Yes, tell me or I'll—"
Zeke cut her off. "You'll what, do another striptease? Be our guest."
"If that will make you spill it, then yes!" she sputtered. Annoyance crept into her movements and she reclined back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Sometimes Zeke's little cat and mouse games pissed her off. She knew it was a power thing with him, but if he really wanted a partnership with her, he would need to learn to work with her more.
"The bride is one Zoey Mills," Zeke explained.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Kara had never heard of her. She realized that they were doing this for a friend of Zeke's, but the name didn't register on her index at all, and she regularly combed the society papers. You had to in this industry if you wanted to make your mark.
"Clearly you haven't been on to Fortunes this past week. She's engaged to none other than Declan McDougal." Zeke's face was heart-stoppingly gorgeous as he beamed at her. He had this rakish charm which had made him rocket to fame with his cooking show, and with the way he was looking at Kara now, she totally understood the multitude of female fans who'd mailed him panties.
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