Page 12 of Their Ruthless Sadist

A wicked smirk pulled at my lips before I could hold it back. “You’ve got my word. I won’t give ’em anything they don’t deserve.”

Ben rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Sometimes I wonder if they knew what they were in for taking these jobs.”

Oh, they knew, all right. Because I’d mentioned it last Monday, when they were here to scope out the apartment Chatter had so graciously offered them. I was oddly intrigued that they’d actually accepted the offers. That meant they would be here indefinitely.

My body hardened when I thought about that day.

Holding Tank’s leash with a firm grip, I waited until the elevator emptied before I stepped on and punched the button to get me up to the thirty-second floor. Just as the doors were closing, I heard someone yell for me to hold it.

I didn’t. No one had ever accused me of being chivalrous. They could wait for the next one.

Before the doors could completely shut, a hand reached in to stop them.

After briefly considering breaking those interrupting fingers, I sighed as I took a step to the side, offering some room. It didn’t make much difference. My frame filled the majority of the small, cramped space no matter where I stood.

The two men who appeared when the doors fully retracted had my entire body humming with approval. I wasn’t sure what it was about the cowboy and the pretty boy that heated my blood and made me want to do wickedly dirty things to them, but there was something. I’d felt it since the day I encountered them on Trent Ramsey’s private jet. The two masochists had somehow wriggled into my subconscious, and it’d been hell not thinking about them since.

“Zeke,” the pretty boy said as he stepped on and moved to the opposite side of the elevator.

I didn’t respond.

The cowboy wasn’t quite as chatty. After he punched the button for the thirty-third floor, his emerald-green eyes lifted to my face but instantly dropped. I had to wonder if he was thinking about what happened on Friday night, when I’d caught them fucking in the shower at the club.

The doors finally closed, sealing the three of us inside. Tank whimpered, and I glanced down to see his tail wagging so hard his ass was bouncing back and forth.

“Greet them, boy,” I ordered the dog.

Tank was instantly on his feet as he moved closer. I watched as both men smiled widely before showering my dog with stupid greetings and full-body pats. It would’ve helped if they hadn’t taken to my dog. I didn’t need a reason to like them and the fact they liked Tank didn’t help.

“Enough,” I barked a few seconds later.

Following my command, Tank backed up until he was heeling at my feet while the cowboy and the pretty boy stood stone-still, their eyes dropping to the floor.

Good to know that command worked on more than my dog.

“What’re you here for?” I asked, wondering which of them would be brave enough to speak.

The pretty boy was the one to lift his head. “Justin asked us to look at a couple of apartments.”

I allowed my gaze to trail over the dragon peeking out from beneath the neck of his tight T-shirt. “For?”

“Temporary residence,” he said, although it sounded more like a question. “We’ve accepted the job offers and we’re moving here at the end of the week.”

“What does Trent think of you abandoning him?” I questioned.

The pretty boy grinned. “We’re still employed by him. Will be until everything’s up and running. It’ll probably be a year before we’re needed in our new roles.”

“A year, huh? And you’ll be here in Chicago?”

“Yes,” the pretty boy said, his eyes heating. He evidently knew the route my brain had taken.

“Good. I can think of a few things to keep you busy.”

“Really?” The pretty boy looked far too hopeful.

“Provided you don’t mind being naked and on all fours for a majority of the time. I can think of at least a few dozen ways to use you for my own benefit.”

They’d lucked out that day. I didn’t require either of them to give me an answer or to crawl around on all fours to interview for the position because the elevators had opened on my floor and I’d stepped out without a word, leaving them to take care of their business.