The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read Free Page A

key? Why would he keep his office door locked?
    “Ms. Schuler? I’m Jenny Rose. Ms. Van Camp is expecting you. Would you like a cup of coffee before I take you into her office?”
    “Um, no, thank you,” Becca replied, shaking her head. She knew that to hold a cup of hot liquid at this point would only end in disaster. The cream carpet didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of her nerves. “Who is that man?”
    “Mr. Calihan. He’s our chief security officer. Ms. Van Camp will introduce you to him toward the end of your appointment, as he is a vital part of your placement.”
    “Why?” Becca didn’t mean to blurt out the question like that, but her anxiety was rising at an alarming rate.
    Jenny smiled and came around the desk. “Please follow me. Ms. Van Camp will explain everything. And there’s no need to be nervous. We’ll do our best to make sure you are placed with the ideal men.”
    “How, exactly, does that work?” Becca asked in a low voice as she followed Jenny down the same hall as the man. His door was closed now, as well as the two doors on the right.
    “I’m not at liberty to say,” Jenny replied, her fingers caressing the choker around her neck. “If it eases your mind, I was one of the first clients and don’t regret coming to Safeword for placement. It was the best decision I ever made.”
    Becca thought back to her research and wondered if Jenny’s jewelry had anything to do with the collars she’d seen on the web. If so, her necklace didn’t look anything like the ones Becca had seen. After hearing what Jenny had to say and from the way she was stroking the gold, Becca was relatively sure it did have to do with BDSM. She didn’t get a chance to ask, though, as the short walk to the office door at the end of the hall went by way too fast.
    Jenny gave a light knock and waited. Kennedy Van Camp’s voice rang out for them to enter and Jenny opened the door. The office was just as stylish as the front foyer, although with added artwork that supplied splashes of color along with a rectangular mirror on the left side of the room. Becca looked a little closer and realized the pictures held images similar to the one on her business card. One was of a woman’s ankles wrapped in leather cuffs, while another was of a man’s hands holding what seemed to be a cane. Becca’s ass clenched at the thought of an implement such as that being wielded on her skin. She scrambled to remember what she’d put as her pain tolerance.
    “Ms. Schuler. Welcome.”
    Becca tore her gaze away from the pictures to see Kennedy Van Camp coming out from behind her desk. She was dressed very similarly to the way she was on Friday night, although this time her suit was a navy blue. Her auburn hair was still pulled back in a severe style and her red lips were flawless. Becca felt a little plain in her white sundress that flowed around her knees.
    “I’m very pleased to see that you filled an application out over the weekend. And with your medical release, we were able to verify that your physical well-being is acceptable. You took a major step in obtaining what you want out of life. I look forward to fulfilling your needs and those of your Dominants.”

Chapter Three
     
    Lane Ellison stood beside his brother, Ross, looking through the two-way mirror. Physically, the woman who stepped into Kennedy’s office was exactly who they were looking for. She stood inside the doorway and tilted her chin slightly as if she were about to do battle. Her hair fell off of her shoulders with the small movement, drawing attention to her shoulder. He bet she would mark beautifully with his favorite flogger. Now it was time to see if she measured up mentally and emotionally.
    “She’s beautiful,” Ross said, leaning up against the frame of the window with his shoulder. “Look at those curves. And her cleavage is cradled perfectly in the V of her sundress.”
    “Do you see her hand on the strap of her purse?” Lane asked.