La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

Some time later: Nikki

A/N: so...this got away from me. I was intending to just do a single chapter for both Nikki and Landon as their wrap up isn't as in depth as the others. And then this happened. Oops. Enjoy.

BTW that isn't the tatt, just inspiration.

"Thank you for this," I say, looking up into Landon's warm hazel eyes.

"For walking you to work?"

I gently nudge my elbow at him and huff.

"For getting me this job."

"You need to thank Christian for that."

I stand on my tiptoes, planting a soft kiss, that devolves quickly into something highly not suitable for work.

"Are you sure you want me to thank Christian?" I ask when we stop for breath. "I have some very specific thoughts of how to thank you."

"Well...maybe you could thank us both. If you'd like?"

I blush pleasurably at the thought.

"If you wish it, Sir," I whisper, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before I enter the small gallery.

There's a curly-haired young woman behind the reception desk, slightly wide eyed, and I presume she saw the accidental show Landon and I just put on.

"Uh, hello, welcome to Moncrieff Galleries. May I help you?"

"Hi. I'm Nikki. I start today."

"Wow! Yes, of course. I'm Cassie. Cassandra if Ms Moncrieff is ever around. She has a thing about formal names."

"Okay, I guess I'll be Nikolai then."

"She isn't around that often though. She has a studio here, but she claims she has better light at home. Though I suspect she mainly just spends her days hung over from all the wine she drinks at art shows. Oh, God, you aren't friends with her, are you?"

"I've met her once. Though it might be best to speak of her professionally."

"Shit, sorry. You're right. I'm just not used to having someone here. I guess my filter is off."

"I'm not replacing anyone?"

She shakes her head as she picks the ringing phone up. When she's finished a brief call confirming the gallery opening hours she turns back to me.

"I've worked here a year, and it's always just been me. Ms Moncrieff just hires people when she needs them to move stuff around. I guess that's what you're doing. All those muscles." She flutters her eyelashes as I stare in shock.

"Dammit, sorry. I guess I'm backing the wrong horse there. Was that your boyfriend?"

"Yes. Landon."

"Okay. I promise I won't flirt. Actually, no. I might flirt, but I promise I won't expect anything from it."

I laugh. She's a little crazy, but I like her. I am a bit surprised she's worked here a year though: Ms Moncrieff did not seem the type to get along with someone who curses and flirts indiscriminately and has no filter at all. It must be true that she's hardly ever here.

"So, in that case, what am I to do?"

"Let's move some stuff."

"Are we allowed? Won't Ms Moncrieff be annoyed?"

"Ha! The woman doesn't know the first thing about art. She's let me organize everything from day one and she's never said anything, because she's a bitch, but I've looked at her books and I happen to know sales have increased three-fold since I started."