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across from
the desk. “Most people use words like well, good, exciting…”
    Raising
a brow at him, Masaun leaned back in his chair and sighed. “It’s a store not an
amusement park.”
    Sweet
tilted his head and squinted at him. “Tell me, Masaun, when was the last time
you were at an amusement park…any park for that matter?”
    “When
were you?” he countered.
    His
brother sighed. “Touché.” Sweet claimed the chair, slouching in the seat to
rest his head on the back and placing one ankle on top of the other knee.
“Connie said you’re taking a delivery today. What gives?”
    He
laced his fingers over his abdomen and shoved away the annoyance of the time he
was about to lose. “Yes. Lolli came into the store today and placed an order.”
    “Dom
Razor’s submissive, Lolli?” Sweet lifted his hand and rested the side of his
face in the L made by his thumb and index finger.
    “Yes,”
Masaun hissed.
    “You
matched them together at The Dollhouse and it seems to have worked out well.
Maybe you can incorporate some of your skills in selecting a sub for yourself.
Don’t think I haven’t noticed it has been years since you did more than
just scene with a submissive.”
    Eyeing
his brother, he said, “I’m not even going to attempt to decipher your point.
Yes, it has gone well for Razor and Lolli. However, if you’d like to talk about
the dungeon, might I suggest you close the door first?”
    Sweet
didn’t even glance over his shoulder at the door he’d left standing much wider
than the small crack Masaun normally maintained when he was inside working.
    “What
we do in our personal lives isn’t anything to be ashamed of or hid—”
    Masaun
allowed a single brow to creep slowly up his forehead, ending in a high arc above
the eye.
    “Fine.
I’ll drop it.” Sweet’s exhalation of frustration was loud and harsh, but he
ended the discussion. “The delivery?”
    Relaxing
some, he said, “Apparently, Lolli feels it’s important to send a basket of
support to a guy on the Commonwealth Attorney’s team, today.”
    “Ah…your
old playground. Makes perfect sense now why you’re being such a controlling,
arrogant ass.”
    Masaun
growled.
    Sweet
smirked, a small twinkle reflecting in his brother’s eyes before it was
extinguished by the shadows over that haunted his soul for too many years.
    His
younger brother was the only person Masaun would allow to find humor in the
things he did. If it wasn’t for his love and respect for Sweet and both of
their healthy fear of their mother, he would have taken a strap to the man
across the desk from him.
    “Anyway.”
    “I
can take the job if you’d like,” Sweet volunteered.
    Masaun
sighed. “No. I’m sure you have plans for the two cases of chocolate and other
confectionery supplies that came today.”
    A
kind of crooked smirk twisted his brother’s mouth, not even close to a smile.
Creating decadent treats truly was a joy and a love for Sweet, however, no one
could tell it by his stoic face. Another joy for Sweet used to be being a Dom
as well, but Masaun kept that to himself even as he wondered what it would take
to get his brother invested again.
    “I
would.”
    “Figured.
Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.” Masaun glanced at his watch,
seeing it was about time to head out. He rose.
    Sweet
stood too. “Alright. I’ll be here until about nine or so tonight so I won’t be
at the house until around ten.”
    He
knew his brother meant The Dollhouse but was being respectful of the fact he’d
just asked him not to mention it at work.
    “Got
it.” Moving to the door, he felt the need to swing by his house and put on a
suit before entering his old realm. It wasn’t that he was dressed like a slob
in his slacks, shirt and tie with the store logo on it. It just felt
insufficient at the moment.
    However,
he easily pushed those feelings aside as he watched his brother turn right
toward the kitchen of the business. This was their store; they