[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
As a PR guru with the fire commissioner’s Media Affair’s Office, Renee Hofstede is determined, no matter the cost, to bring Station 4’s C-shift, and especially Engine Company 2’s crew, back into public favor after they’ve been put through the media ringer. Even if it means going nose-to-ripped-chest with captains Trey Baggett and Mick Bracken. But, when an old nemesis comes to Cherish, anything becomes fodder for flames. Renee is no exception when Trey and Mick become her personal knights in turnout gear.
Trey feels things stir in unspeakable places when Renee sashays into his office and reveals her plan to regain the community’s respect for the shift under his command. Mick is accustomed to following orders, but when they come from a sex-kitten like Renee, he’s not sure what to do. Then danger strikes and Trey and Mick’s protective instincts kick in. But what transpires will be combustible enough to make the three of them explode.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tonya Ramagos is a Siren-exclusive author.
“The entire Cherish fire service has received more than its fair share of bad press in recent months, Captain, and C-shift has taken the brunt of most of it. What we need now are positive stories to make the news. We need to clean up the tainted reputation Chip Cardan and Russel Bozeman left behind. We need to gain the community’s trust and respect again. We need to remind them how important the Cherish Fire Department and, in particular, Station 4’s C-shift, and even more in particular, Engine Company 2, are to them.”.”
Trey knew she was right. The Cherish Fire Service had always played large roles in various functions, charities, and public fire safety education. All events were generally spread equally between the three firehouses serving the city limits and the three shifts that operated out of each house. As of late, he knew of at least one function at the elementary school that had passed without an invitation or request for the fire service to be in attendance.
“I’m assuming you already have some ideas on how to handle this?”
“I do.” She pushed an unruly lock of hair behind her ear as she reached for the briefcase, set it on top of a scattering of papers he’d left on his desk, and opened the case to pull out a single sheet of paper. She held it in front of her, glancing at it only briefly as if to catch the highlights as she filled him in. “We can open up the firehouse to the community, host a day for families to bring their kids and enjoy refreshments, games, and maybe witness a fire demonstration or two. On the rotations when C-shift is on duty, you can allow your Engine 2 crew—and, of course, any of the others if you like—to hang out at the high school ballfield during a game. I would also like to bring in a reporter to do a short interview with everyone. It’ll be something like the exposé the Cherish Times ran for the centennial celebration a couple of years ago, but only a segment or two focusing on C-shift rather than the entire fire department. I think it would be good for the public to hear that the dedication you and your men feel for the job and the people you serve is still, or even more so, as solid as ever.”
Trey considered that for a moment. Korlin “Jenk” Jenkins had encountered one television reporter who had made mincemeat out of an incident that had occurred on a scene a few weeks back. The reporter hadn’t interviewed Jenk directly, but had talked with a Cherish PD officer and proceeded to use his commentary to make the scene appear to be more of an issue between C-shift and the CPD than it had been in reality.
“As long as you can assure me the reporter you bring in here won’t twist our words around or create more complications than we already have, I see no problem with that.”
She blinked her surprise. “Then you’re willing to work with me on this campaign and give me the clearance I need?”
Working with her wasn’t going to a problem. Then again, it just might be that his apparently sex-starved libido was throwing a party at the idea. “I think your position in the fire commissioner’s office gives you all the clearances you need. But, yes, I will work with you, Miss Hofstede, on one condition.”
Curiosity mixed with suspicion in her eyes. “And that is?”
You go to bed with me before we get started so I can get the idea out of my head and concentrate on work.
Yeah, this woman was definitely managing to make him feel alive again, but that was not the response he needed to give her. “You run your ideas by me before putting anything into motion.”
She nodded once. “I can agree to that.”
Would she have agreed to his first response, too? He couldn’t help but wonder. Still, it was safest not to put the thought to voice. They would be working together and every sane man on the planet knew what they said about mixing business with pleasure.
“You mentioned three things you’re considering. Are there anymore?”
“A few.” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. His dick pulsed painfully at the sight, and the sanity of not mixing business with pleasure lost a great deal of its rationalization in his head. “I would like your permission to talk with your men before I bring up any others. I want to get to know them, get their input, and listen to any suggestions they might have.”
“Okay.” Trey wanted every member of his shift to be involved and to be in agreement with whatever events they decided to hold in this campaign of hers.
“I have a while before I need to be back at the office. I could talk with them now, take some time to work on the other ideas, and tell you about them over dinner tomorrow night. That is, of course, if you don’t have any other plans, Captain.”
A part of Trey knew damn well what she was suggesting was merely a business dinner, but that’s not how another very specific part of him took it. His dick went through a routine vicious and pristine enough to make an Olympic gymnast jealous at the idea of going on a date with her.
A date? Holy Christ! What the hell was he thinking? He hadn’t been on a date since he’d met Lara a year before they’d married. Five years later, they’d gotten divorced. Another five years had passed and he’d barely even looked at a woman.
He was damn sure looking at her, had been since she’d walked into the firehouse bay, and every ounce of testosterone in his body was not only enjoying what he saw, but wanting to see a whole lot more. Feeling like a man again for the first time in who knew how long, he let primal instinct win over propriety, unfolded his arms, and started toward her.
“If you’re going to ask me to dinner, you should call me Trey.”