Page 102 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Hell, Carrie and Olivia, Ryan and Jake’s women, were the only ones not causing problems—not anymore, at least. To be fair, they weren’t at fault for anything that had happened.

“Wait.” Mark held up a hand, stopping the conversation. “What did you say, Sean?”

“She forgets too?”

Kendra did forget, and so had he. They’d been too busy over the last few months to decide what kind of D/s dynamic suited them. It was a rare night when they didn’t fall into a coma at bedtime, and they hadn’t had the energy for sex in days, much less the sensual scenes they used to enjoy.

Of course, considering everything that had happened, it wasn’t surprising. Between the Shepherds of the Coming Peace cult, a firebombing, and a shootout in which Olivia had taken a bullet meant for Sean, it was a wonder they remembered anything.

“Is the Medieval torture chamber finished?”

Six of their new suites were themed, but they hadn’t planned to open them to guests until they were all completed.

“Housekeeping hasn’t been in there yet, but otherwise yes,” Ryan replied. “What are you thinking?”

Mark sent a quick text to their head of housekeeping, then said, “It’s time to remind Kendra Hall who she is. If you guys can cover us for a few days, consider us off the clock until Monday.”

Kendra

The old Kendra would have never speed-walked down a corridor while devouring a stale ham sandwich between meetings. She wouldn’t have touched any sort of stale sandwich to begin with. Although she loved food, it seemed almost a crime to eat something that didn’t bring her pleasure.

The new Kendra didn’t have time to sit down long enough to eat and passing out from low blood sugar was definitely not on her schedule.

She’d cheerfully commit homicide for twenty minutes alone with one of Olivia’s full English breakfasts. Oh, and maybe an uninterrupted night’s sleep. While she was wishing for the impossible, she might as well throw in a few minutes to apologize to Mark and the other Horsemen.

It hadn’t occurred to her to give them a heads-up when she asked Sadie to do the prep on the space that would eventually become the resort’s day spa, yet she understood Mark’s feelings. Although it was the right choice financially and logistically, she should have discussed it with them first.

It wasn’t the first time they’d disagreed about one of her decisions, but what else was she supposed to do when everyone was scattered across the resort and busy with their own jobs? If any one of them answered their text messages, she might have tried that, but nobody had time for bullshit meetings every fifteen minutes. Too many things were going on, and she had to keep track of them all.

If it meant she didn’t mention every single detail, then so be it. That was what they hired her to do.

“Micromanager, thy name is Kendra,” she muttered. It wasn’t healthy for her to do so much. Logically, she knew it, yet she couldn’t stand the thought of letting a single thing escape her attention. This was her job, and she had a reputation to uphold.

Pasting a smile on her face, she strode through the lobby, loving the brilliant daylight coming in through the glass doors leading to the new rooftop pavilion. Although most of their new furnishings wouldn’t be installed until the following week, it was elegant and rich with parquet flooring and textured wallpaper and had a tasteful color scheme similar to what was in the restaurant.

For once, the place looked like it was worth the rack rate they were charging, and she was proud of it. Maybe it wasn’t quite on par with The Castle in Ohio, but they were getting there.

“Hey, Sierra, got a few minutes?”

The beautiful blonde closed her laptop and folded her hands on the front desk. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I wanted to check in and see how our reservations look for the grand reopening.”

“We’re fully booked for the entire month.”

“Squee.”

Sierra laughed and shook her head. “You’re supposed to squeal excitedly when you say that.”

“I’m afraid I don’t squeal, but if I did, your news would make me do it.”

“Fair enough. Oh, I almost forgot.” Sierra reached into her jacket pocket and removed a folded piece of paper. “Mark asked me to give you this.”

“What is it?”

Sierra arched a brow and smirked. “Judging by the tape holding it closed, I’d guess it’s a love letter.”

“At work? Be serious.”

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