Lucy rolled over, listening to the rain still hammering the world outside.

She was at peace now—somehow, and felt refreshed.

When was the last time she felt safe and refreshed?

The last night was completely bizarre, but she was alright—something about everything that happened was completely alright.

"Lucy, what are you getting yourself into?"

She smiled, pulling the covers over her head and giggling. The trio certainly had a hold over her and that made her excited.

A little more than excited...

She felt herself growing wet at just the thought of the tree men ravishing her—taking her from all different directions, different positions.

She fantasized about kissing them and caressing them and in turn having them do the same.

Her fingers tiptoed down her stomach and into her panties, ghosting her mound until she reached her core, inserting the digits one at a time.

"Oh.."

It wasn't like Lucy to pleasure herself too much—she was so nervous that she'd get caught or someone was watching.

She even giggled half the time and never finished.

"Silly..." she said, slipping her fingers out of her core and rolling onto her stomach, "If only I had three dashing gentlemen in bed with me then I wouldn't have to do this myself."

Hearing her alarm go off, Lucy got up and readied herself for the day, putting on a lovely black dress and panty hose, plus her black flats. She French braided her hair and dabbed a little bit of rouge on, even though she didn't need it.

Gathering her tiny briefcase and cell phone, Lucy exited her room, gasping at the sight of Holden standing in his doorway eating an apple.

"Morning, beautiful.."

"Good morning," Lucy said, smiling as she watched his lick the juice off of his lips, "Would you...Am I..?"

"We have a quick meeting this morning and you're definitely sitting in on it."

"Oh," Lucy nodded, "I didn't,-"

"It's not a task, love," Holden said, "If you're going to assist us, you'll just be learning some ropes this week, I promise."

"I'm excited, just nervous."

Holden tossed the core into the nearby trash can in his room and stepped out into the hall.

"You don't need to be. They're going to be more afraid of you anyway."

"Huh?"

Holden chuckled, eyeing her up and down.

"You are magnificently made."

"Oh, you're such a naughty flirt."

"I am not the only naughty one," Holden said as Lucy linked her arm in his, "Am I?"

Lucy blushed. There was no way Holden knew what she'd been doing right before seeing him.

Was there?

They made their way to a conference room on one of the lower levels of the manor.

When Lucy stepped into the space with Holden, every eye was on her—or so it seemed.

She noticed that all of them were men—gorgeous men—who seemed to ogle her.

Wyatt and Colt stood up, as did the others in the room.

"Gentlemen," Wyatt nodded to Lucy who stood next to him, "This is Lucy Winters. She'll be our new personal assistant, sitting in on every meeting from here on out."

Lucy smiled and waved to the group, "It's very nice to meet you all."

One of the men bowed and slammed his fists on the table, much to the chagrin of the Delgotto trio.

"MY QUEEN!"