Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page B

dislodge a visual of Karl, her father, and Jane in a threesome, Allie followed Jane into the front bedroom, forcing herself to smile as Jane complimented the colors, stenciling, and little homey touches. It really was one of the nicest rooms, Allie thought, although there was something unnerving about the praise. She remembered the coating of dust and plain white walls that she had found throughout the house and how much fun she’d had planning all of the different colors and themes for each of the rooms. This one was the “tea party” room. It had an antique tea set on the dresser, with flower garden scenes on the pastel walls, and a floral carpet.
    “As soon as I get settled, we can sit down and have a long talk. I can’t wait to hear all about your life.” Jane gave her a benevolent smile as she turned to arrange her suitcase on its little stand. She didn’t open it, though. Instead she turned and began methodically looking in the desk drawers. She seemed to be checking for office supplies. Allie had a bad moment, wondering how much of a faux pas it was to not have supplied all of the rooms with pens, pads, staplers and the like. Not to mention Wi-Fi. It was on her list to check into, but she felt a little panicky wondering if guests were going to assume it was available.
    “That’s great,” Allie said nervously, backing toward the door. “Let me know if there’s anything you need.”
    Jane looked up, flashing her another too-brilliant smile. “I certainly will, dear,” she called as Allie turned and fled back toward the staircase.

Chapter 3
     
    Karl was not happy about their new guest. “Jane’s here?” he asked incredulously, when Allie found him. He’d been gathering supplies to paint the outside of the barn, even though it looked perfectly fine to Allie. But since she didn’t have any large projects left in the house, she hadn’t objected when he’d suggested it.
    The barn seemed like an odd place to Allie. She couldn’t believe there had ever been actual animals living there. It was more like the inside of the main house. The floors were hardwood, the windows were large and double-paned, and there were a few pieces of furniture and a small kitchen area in the main space. Karl stayed in a room toward the back, but Allie hadn’t been in there.
    “Yes,” she told Karl. “You know her, right?”
    It was a stupid question, and he gave her a strange look. “Yeah, I know her,” he said finally.
    “And was she my father’s—lover?”
    He smiled down at the floor. “Among other things.”
    “What does that mean?” Then it hit her. “Oh—you mean she was his model?” Another reason not to go into the basement, she thought. She tried to imagine how horribly awkward it would be, having Jane proudly showing off her nude pictures. Or maybe the pictures were out here. She tried not to look around.
    His smile grew a little wider. “Well, yes, that too.”
    She shook her head. “Okay, I don’t want to know. The question is, what do we do with her?”
    “Do with her?” He looked curious then smiled, waggling his eyebrows insinuatingly. “What do you think she wants you to do with her?”
    It took her a second to catch up. She gave him a black look. “I mean , is she going to pay for her room? Do I treat her like a normal guest?”
    He chuckled grimly. “I think you can safely assume that Jane is not planning on paying for anything. But unless you can be a lot more aggressive than I’ve ever seen you be, she’ll stay as long as she wants. And don’t expect her to work off her room and board, either. She’ll spend half the day on her computer pretending to be doing business deals and the other half badgering you to make her special meals.”
    “But I can’t afford to feed her! We’ve got too many bills as it is.”
    “I know, sweetie.” Karl went back to his paint cans. Allie stared at him in frustration for a few seconds. “I’ll talk to her,” he said finally, over his shoulder.