“If we can have such different definitions, then yes, we need to discuss what vanilla sex means.”
“Why are you fixated on vanilla sex?” Angel asked.
“Perhaps I am using the wrong words.”
I glanced back at Edward. I raised eyebrows at him, hoping he’d understand that I needed a little help here.
“Anita doesn’t really do vanilla sex,” he said.
“What does she do?” Olaf asked.
Normally I’d have told Olaf not to talk about me as if I weren’t sitting right there, but honestly, I didn’t want to answer the question. I did not want to talk about my sexual preferences with him, ever.
“Multiple partners for starters,” Edward said.
“I know that most of her men prefer a second man in the bed when they are with her. I would not need that.” Olaf’s voice held disapproval now, almost disdain.
“You make it sound like it’s every man’s idea to have another man in the bed with us,” I said.
“Are you saying that it is your idea?”
“It depends on the man. Sometimes it’s Jean-Claude’s idea, and sometimes it’s mine. Sometimes it’s Nathaniel’s.”
“Sometimes it’s mine,” Nicky said with a smile so fierce and happy that it was almost a snarl.
“You are able to ask for things you want?” Olaf asked.
“Yes.”
Olaf looked at me. “How is that possible if he has no will of his own?”
“I give Nicky as much free will as I can,” I said.
“She feels guilty about trapping me forever,” Nicky said, “so she works really hard at letting me be myself.”
“You are a sociopath and a mercenary that took money to torture and kill people,” Olaf said. “How can Anita let you be yourself?”
“I don’t torture and kill people for money anymore.”
“Don’t you miss it?” Olaf asked.
“Not as much as I thought I would.”
“What do you miss most?”
“Being able to fight full-out, no-holds-barred, and beat the shit out of another guy.”
“You train with the other guards at home,” I said.
Nicky shook his head. “It’s not the same thing, Anita.”
“When you say you want to beat the shit out of someone, you don’t mean like an MMA fight with rules and a referee, do you?” I said.
He just shook his head.
“He means fighting for his life, Anita,” Edward said.
“He means beating people to death,” Olaf said.