MAGGIE’S MENAGE
Lacey Thorn
Dedication
To family and friends both new and old for never allowing me to stop believing in myself.
I am because of you! Thank you.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
James Bond: DANJAQ S.A. CORPORATION SWITZERLAND
Chapter One
“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
Lacey Thorn
Dedication
To family and friends both new and old for never allowing me to stop believing in myself.
I am because of you! Thank you.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
James Bond: DANJAQ S.A. CORPORATION SWITZERLAND
Chapter One
“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
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