Sinful Delight And The Masters Might

How Bad Could Things Really Go?

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  To anyone looking at the three of us standing in the doorway of my apartment, we looked like a sad impression of the 3 Stooges. Aside from the tension clouding the small space thick enough to cut with a knife Uncle Joe had steam coming from his ears face turning redder by the second. I was sending Drake a helpless dear in a headlight look. Totally not knowing how to fix the situation. Drake only showing a look of absolute boredom.

Quickly getting over my momentary distraction of seeing Drake Masters for the first time in a week. I go to the next step of my plan. Talking before either of the men can ask a question.

"Uncle Joe is like you to meet my friend Drake. Drake this is my Uncle Joe. I told him we had dinner plans, so I was showing him out when you got here."

Two sets of eyes started burning holes through my flesh with their gaze. Both looking for answers to two very different questions. Drakes promising his answers later tonight.

Uncle Joe reviewing our talk and my answers again in his head. He must not have liked what he put together. Instead, he turned his back to Drake. Asking me the first of many questions.

"Nice to see you again Drake. Can you tell me how you know my niece?"

I held my breath waiting for Drakes answer. Silently pleading at him with my eyes not to say anything about the club.

"A surprise for you as much as me Joe, but nice. Last time we saw each other was right before Halloween, right?" Drake asked with a cocky smile.

"Right before you made it to that Halloween party I believe." Uncle Joe sounded like he was eating rocks while he talked.

Drake let loose a wolfish smile. "Definitely a howling good time." He said sending me a wink for Uncle Joe to see.

I forgot I stopped breathing before and started chocking for some much-needed oxygen at Drakes obvious ploy to piss Uncle Joe off and embarrass the shit out of me. Like I could ever forget the first night we meet at Sinful Delights. I was dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood And him the Big Bad Wolf.

Both men reached an arm out for me to help me stop chocking. Drake stepped through the door getting to me first placing his arms around my waist and rubbing along my back to help me calm down. While Uncle Joe stood beside watching us both with sudden interest.

Calming down some I concentrated on getting my first proper breath. Drake placed a kiss to the middle of my forehead wrapping my body up in a hug. His big, strong towering embrace engulfed me blocking out everything around us for a moment. Back in his arms where I've desperately wanted to be all week.

Both of us got lost in the feel of each other. Uncle Joe clearing his throat for the second time finally breaking us apart. I moved away from Drake trying to take a step away from him, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, grabbing my hand and bringing me closer into his side before looking back at Uncle Joe.

"So how do you know my niece, Masters?" Joe asked in such a way he makes it seem like he knew the answer. He was just waiting on one of us to confirm it.