Maggie's Menage
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
Excerpt From: Maggie's Ménage
“You want me to play the whore for you? For the good of the company?”
“Watch your mouth Margaret Rose. Twenty five is not too old for a spanking young
lady.” She turned to look her father in the eye, saw the rising colour on his face and
couldn’t resist.
“Oh. You think that will make the men you have waiting hot for me. Show them a
little kink to get them revved up?”
“Damn it Margaret. That is enough.” That vein was really throbbing in his head now.
And the colour was slowly going from red to purple.
“Does the business mean that much to you, Daddy? More than me?” She already
knew the answer but some inner demon forced the question out of her mouth.
“I’ve spent my whole life building this company and I’ll be damned if it dies out
after I’m gone. The name Houston will count for something long after I’m gone.”
That demon was still there whispering in her ear. “I could run it. I know the ins and
outs of the business. I thought you were grooming me for just that.”
He laughed. Her father threw his head back and laughed and that last bit of the
needy girl searching for the crumbs of her father’s love disappeared. In her place
was a woman he would regret creating.
“Like I would ever leave my baby to a woman. Your mother proved to be one
failure after another. Only one child and even that was second rate. The damn
woman couldn’t even stay healthy. It was a blessing when she died.”
Yeah, it probably was. For her mother. But for the four year old girl left behind it had
been hell. She had always known that her father only let her work for him because
he didn’t know what else to do with her. But that tiny spot had remained, unwilling
to give up hope that she was wrong.
There was a knock at the door and her father Dom Alexander Houston turned from
her. Dismissing her without a second thought. And the anger began to grow inside
her.
“The gentlemen that you’ve been expecting are here Mr. Houston.” Her father’s
personal assistant said from the doorway. The woman was young, blonde and built.
And most certainly sleeping with the boss. Maggie felt sorry for her. She wouldn’t
last any longer than the rest and when her father was done that was it. The poor girl
didn’t have a chance.
“Send them in.”
Maggie stayed her ground refusing to leave without him coming right out and telling
her to. If he forgot she was still here long enough then she would stay.
Appearances meant everything to him and he would do nothing to seem more than
a doting father.
Two men stepped into the room. Both were tall with dark hair. One was maybe six
feet even with broad shoulders and a stocky build. His body rippled with muscles
beneath the suit that was obviously tailored just for him. His hair was clean cut,
almost military short. What there was of it was a dark brown, almost a mocha shade.
His eyes when he glanced her way were a dark chocolate brown with what looked
like flecks of gold in them but she would have to get a closer look to be sure.
The other one was taller, maybe six-foot-two or so with a much slimmer build. His
clothes were just as tapered but revealed longer, leaner muscles. His hair was
longer touching the top of his collar in back and dark as night. His eyes were a
startling shade of blue that made one think of a perfect sky.
Testosterone oozed from them and filled the room. A shiver went down Maggie’s
spine and she wondered which one her father wanted her to marry. She had to
think that they must want it as much as the old man did or they wouldn’t be here.
Neither seemed like the type that would be easily manipulated. No these were
definitely alpha males. What she was planning for them might be more fun than she
anticipated. But best of all it would destroy her father’s plans to marry her off to the
man of his choice. She couldn’t contain the grin of triumph that tugged at her lips.
Let the fun begin.
“You want me to play the whore for you? For the good of the company?”
“Watch your mouth Margaret Rose. Twenty five is not too old for a spanking young
lady.” She turned to look her father in the eye, saw the rising colour on his face and
couldn’t resist.
“Oh. You think that will make the men you have waiting hot for me. Show them a
little kink to get them revved up?”
“Damn it Margaret. That is enough.” That vein was really throbbing in his head now.
And the colour was slowly going from red to purple.
“Does the business mean that much to you, Daddy? More than me?” She already
knew the answer but some inner demon forced the question out of her mouth.
“I’ve spent my whole life building this company and I’ll be damned if it dies out
after I’m gone. The name Houston will count for something long after I’m gone.”
That demon was still there whispering in her ear. “I could run it. I know the ins and
outs of the business. I thought you were grooming me for just that.”
He laughed. Her father threw his head back and laughed and that last bit of the
needy girl searching for the crumbs of her father’s love disappeared. In her place
was a woman he would regret creating.
“Like I would ever leave my baby to a woman. Your mother proved to be one
failure after another. Only one child and even that was second rate. The damn
woman couldn’t even stay healthy. It was a blessing when she died.”
Yeah, it probably was. For her mother. But for the four year old girl left behind it had
been hell. She had always known that her father only let her work for him because
he didn’t know what else to do with her. But that tiny spot had remained, unwilling
to give up hope that she was wrong.
There was a knock at the door and her father Dom Alexander Houston turned from
her. Dismissing her without a second thought. And the anger began to grow inside
her.
“The gentlemen that you’ve been expecting are here Mr. Houston.” Her father’s
personal assistant said from the doorway. The woman was young, blonde and built.
And most certainly sleeping with the boss. Maggie felt sorry for her. She wouldn’t
last any longer than the rest and when her father was done that was it. The poor girl
didn’t have a chance.
“Send them in.”
Maggie stayed her ground refusing to leave without him coming right out and telling
her to. If he forgot she was still here long enough then she would stay.
Appearances meant everything to him and he would do nothing to seem more than
a doting father.
Two men stepped into the room. Both were tall with dark hair. One was maybe six
feet even with broad shoulders and a stocky build. His body rippled with muscles
beneath the suit that was obviously tailored just for him. His hair was clean cut,
almost military short. What there was of it was a dark brown, almost a mocha shade.
His eyes when he glanced her way were a dark chocolate brown with what looked
like flecks of gold in them but she would have to get a closer look to be sure.
The other one was taller, maybe six-foot-two or so with a much slimmer build. His
clothes were just as tapered but revealed longer, leaner muscles. His hair was
longer touching the top of his collar in back and dark as night. His eyes were a
startling shade of blue that made one think of a perfect sky.
Testosterone oozed from them and filled the room. A shiver went down Maggie’s
spine and she wondered which one her father wanted her to marry. She had to
think that they must want it as much as the old man did or they wouldn’t be here.
Neither seemed like the type that would be easily manipulated. No these were
definitely alpha males. What she was planning for them might be more fun than she
anticipated. But best of all it would destroy her father’s plans to marry her off to the
man of his choice. She couldn’t contain the grin of triumph that tugged at her lips.
Let the fun begin.