Playing in a Group [M/F/+, D/s, Group Scene]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter sat back in a rather decadent, black leather chair while Hayato surveyed his new system. On the edges of the exquisite blue office, he watched he man enter in through the new, improved login screen. Let him navigate through the file search functions and updating processes. Even showed him the new client screening systems for Hayato’s firm and for the club, that not only tracked initial screening flags but regularly checked for updates in criminal backgrounds, unusual financial changes, as well as several other key points of interest.

It’d been almost three weeks’ worth of work, but it was finally finished. Holding all his law office’s client files as well as Donovan’s membership files, Hayato’s new computer system was not only better organized and better utilized but also better protected. It had cost an obscene amount of money, not to mention took a draining amount of time and played a bit fast and loose with privacy laws—hey, anything anyone put up on social media Peter considered fair game—but looking at it now it’d been worth it.

Thing of beauty.

“Looks good.” Hayato continued to mouse through the system. “Has all the necessary changes I asked for?”

Yes, My Lord: A Regency Romance (Vignettes #1)

Violet shuffled in a daze through the dining room, her half eaten supper left to the weary maid who’d stood at her elbow a quarter hour, softly clearing her throat as snow fell silently on the windowpanes. The baron and baroness, along with their son Lord Ainsley Shelton and his younger sisters, had retired thirty minutes ago. As was customary, the family of the house dined before their governess.

Angling for the door, Violet recalled the surreptitious wink Lord Ainsley had sent her as he departed along the path she now tread.

Was the wink meant as a silent acknowledgment of enduring feeling? she wondered. Perhaps it was nothing more than a weightless nod to her existence.

She flitted a glance at the discarded china scattered over the long dining table, her gaze alighting on *his* dishes. Although she knew him to be a voracious eater, a good portion of the younger Lord Shelton’s food had gone uneaten, too. Her mind turned somersaults, but Violet would not allow over-analysis of her erstwhile lover’s lack of appetite, or his fleeting wink, to upset the tenuous balance time had earned her. She was older now, she should have outgrown such fanciful notions.