Sneak Peek of

Honey White and Dvergar Gray

Stepping off the golf cart, I can already hear noise from the normally quiet Gold Mine. 

Porshetta is screaming. 

Doors are slamming. 

Somewhere someone is running a vacuum. At least, I hope it’s a vacuum.

I look at Guiscard, and he smiles the smile that had me throwing myself at him when we first met.

Note to reader: That smile still works.

“You can always skip the Gold Mine and come to work with me,” he teases. He’s totally in season or approaching it. I want to roll my eyes, but that smile…

I move to the driver’s side, and he quickly stands from his seat to hug me goodbye.

“You’ll get no work done if I go to work with you today.”

He shrugs and grabs my hand. Pressing his lips to my knuckles, he looks at me through his lashes. “I’m the boss. I can afford to take a day or two off.”

Yep, definitely in season.

“You make it really hard,” I start, and he cuts me off with a grin.

“That’s because you make me really hard.”

I groan and roll my eyes. “And on that note, I’ve got to get to work.” I lean in to give him a quick peck. He threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me close. His tongue finds mine, and we begin our usual dance for dominance. He releases my hair and grabs my ass with both hands, pressing my body to his. He’s not lying about the hard part. I can feel his cock, hard and erect between us. “Come find me at lunch,” I say a little breathless, when he finally releases me.

“Can you come find me? I’m not sure I’ll be able to move from behind that desk after my hot wife kissed me like that.”

I sigh dramatically, pretending to be put out. “So demanding. Fine. Since you won’t be able to stand up without showing off the goods.”

He snorts, slaps my ass, and drives off to the main building. We both have offices at home, but neither of us gets much work done if we don’t actually attempt to dress and come to work. Most of our work is done in our separate offices, in different buildings. He still keeps the office I interviewed in, and I have a tiny office at the Gold Mine that allows me to be close to the girls.

I turn away from the golf cart and head down the small stone path into the building. A cacophony of insanity greets me as I open the main door and step inside.

“Chad, stop humping the chair already!”

“Cindy! Chad won’t stop humping the chair!”

“HRRRRRRRRR!”

I can tell it’s going to be a four-ibuprofen day. I make my way slowly down the hall and to my office, which is located next to the living room. I usually leave the door open, but today, I’m definitely going to be shutting the door and hiding. Walking down the hall, l can see Chad the Pig humping one of the nice gray upholstered chairs in the living room. He’s really getting into it. His grunts echo down the hall. Porshetta is somewhere out of my line of sight, screaming at the top of her lungs, while Frigg is running up and down the hall frantically as if she’s training for sprints. You’d think with all the running she does she wouldn’t be quite so roly-poly, but she just seems to get rounder and rounder as the months pass.

I make it to the foyer that connects the hallway with the shared living spaces at the Gold Mine—living room, kitchen, and old entryway—and find the reason for Porshetta’s screams. The Dutch door is closed, and she’s on the other side of it. I open it, letting her in, then shoo Chad off the chair. Cindy and Geir are nowhere in sight. I try to remember what rotation we’re on so I can hunt her down. Usually during her work weeks, Geir sleeps here with her, and on her off cycle, she’s in his room. We really need to build a pen for the pigs out there too.

“Honey! Are we out of lube?” Raeannon hollers at me from her doorway.

“No, I’ll be there in a minute. I’m going to get everything restocked today.”

Another thing to add to the list.

“Is that Honey out there?” Bobbi calls out from her room.

“I’m here, Bobbi.” I give up trying to get into my office and start moving back down the hall toward them.

Bobbi steps out of her room, wearing the brightest orange jumper I’ve ever seen. She looks like she just stepped out of a magazine—her eyeshadow is perfect, and her deep brown skin glows. “Raeannon told me that Bo knows where to get really good sheets. I know he hates this room, but could you convince him to find some matching sheets for the Princess and the Pea room? No hate on Sten, but the other girls have better sheets.”

“Matching sheets. Got it,” I say.

“Hey, Honey, while you’re here…” Misun steps out of her room, still wearing a robe. Frigg races between us, almost knocking me over. Misun grabs my arm and steadies me with a chuckle. “She’s been on a tear all morning. Do they feed her straight sugar?”

I shake my head. “No clue. You were saying?”

“Oh, right. Is Dr. Sun coming in tomorrow? I think I’m getting a UTI.”

I flip through my calendar on my phone. “Yes, she’ll be here. I’ll take you off the schedule until she clears you.”

She groans.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just broke right now and really needed that paycheck.” Broke? Misun? That seems strange.

“If you’re willing to work next week, I’m pretty certain we’re going to need the extra help. I swear Guiscard’s about to go into season, so I’m sure the rest will follow.”

The three women groan as I head back down the hall just in time for my office phone to ring. I sigh, spotting Chad as I make my way back down the long hall. He has somehow knocked a stack of books off the coffee table in the living room and is humping them. Ugh, I still need to text Cindy and Geir. The books will have to wait.

I grab the phone, sneezing as I put the receiver to my ear. It’s covered in dust. I need to add cleaning to the list, too.

“Hello. Is this the Gold Mine?” a woman demands before I can get out my usual spiel. Her voice isn’t familiar, and my head is starting to hurt. Her tone sets me on edge immediately.

“This is the Dvergar Mining Company. I’m Dr. White. How may I help you?” In the next room, Chad’s very suggestive grunts are getting louder and louder. There will be no saving whatever poor book he’s working on.

“So this isn’t the Gold Mine?” the woman asks.

“Ma’am, is there someone I can connect you to specifically?”

“I’m looking for Honey White. I hear she’s in charge of the Gold Mine.”

“I’m Dr. White. Is there something I can help you with?”

She makes an annoyed smacking noise. “Are you in charge of a house of ill repute called the Gold Mine?”

“A house of ill repute? I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means.” 

I know exactly what that means, but I’m not having this discussion with some random lady who managed to get our phone number. Bo walks down the hall, nearly tripping over Frigg, as she races past on her twentieth lap. He disappears into the living room, and Chad’s grunts thankfully stop. He peeks around the corner into my office, and I wave him in.

“You know,” she pauses and clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “a brothel. Are you the Honey White who’s the madam of the Gold Mine brothel?”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry. I think you’re confused. I am Dr. Honey White. I’m a geologist who works here at the mine.”

“Look, Dr. White or whatever you call yourself. We know you’re running a brothel up there on that mine. We will not stand for it any longer.”

I sigh as Bo looks at me quizzically. He flops in a chair across from me as I scribble down my to-do list on a sticky note. I only half listen to the obviously crazy woman, as she rambles on about protecting the children of the community.

“Ma’am, look, I’m sorry,” I cut in when she pauses for a breath. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That is a lie, young lady. Just let your boss know. The members of Women Against Pornography will not stand quietly by. We will not allow our community to be tainted and our children corrupted by the likes of you and your ladies of the night!” Thankfully, she called me from a cell phone. There’s no dramatic slam of a phone receiver on the other end, just silence as the call ends. I sigh and roll my neck as I set the dusty receiver down, a stress headache developing at the back of my neck. I start to rub the base of my skull, but Bo beats me to it. He jumps up and starts rubbing my neck and shoulders.

“Green Lube, Season Sheets, Cindy Condoms… and WAP?” he snorts as he reads the sticky note I’ve been scribbling on over my shoulder. “I can help you with that last thing on your list if Guiscard isn’t cutting it. “

I focus on my chicken scratch and snort myself. “Oh, God. Their initials are WAP. It’s not real pussy, though I’m sure they could use some WAP and a good dicking. It’s a group–Women Against Pornography. They just called asking to talk to the Honey White in charge of the Gold Mine brothel.”

Bo digs into just the right spot, and I can’t help the breathy sigh that leaves my lips. Thankfully, he doesn’t call me out on it. Bo and I have walked the line between flirting and being friends for so long, I’m not sure I know any other way with him. But he always seems to know exactly where that line ends, at least when it comes to teasing. Being overly protective is another story. “You should have let me speak to them,” he grumbles. “You don’t need to deal with those people.”

“Bo, if I’d handed you the phone, we’d have ended up on the news for sure. It’s best just to do the customer service thing, and let them say what they want. Those people tire out eventually and find someone else to bug.”

“I will not have these WAPs harassing you or any of the women here at the Gold Mine. I want you to transfer the call to me if she calls back.”

I make a noncommittal noise, and he tips my chair back. “I’m serious, Honey. I don’t want you dealing with them. Let me handle it.”

“Promise you won’t end up on the news?” I ask, looking up at him.

“I promise not to do anything illegal.”

I put my hands on either side of his face. “You are impossible.”

“It is my job to take care of y’all.”

“I’m a big girl. I can talk to a crazy lady on the phone.”

“I know you can. But I don’t want you to.”

Why is he being so obstinate? Then I remember Guiscard trying to get me to turn around and head back to bed. Ugh, they are really going into their seasons. All at the same time. I want to ask him if he’s signed up for a night, but something stops me. 

The first time he signed up for a session with one of the girls was right after the Gold Mine opened. He and Geir were first on the list, since they were the two men I never got to. I thought it’d be easy. He’d escorted so many men to my door after all. He was my best friend, this was something he needed to do. But after escorting him to Nita’s room that first time and catching him completely naked, I knew I couldn’t pretend to be nonchalant about the whole thing.

Since then, I’ve managed to be indisposed on nights Bo’s signed up. His sessions are the one topic we never talk about. He doesn’t sign up for a night often. In fact, of all the unattached men, his number of sessions is the lowest. I know, I have to keep spreadsheets on it. God help me. 

Playfully, I squeeze his face between my hands and place a quick kiss on his chin. “Fine, Mr. Grumpy. I’ll transfer the calls to you… if you’re not busy.”