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Chapter 22
Evan
I’ve just seen Meg coming out of the library, wearing nothing but a bikini and a little silk kimono.
What is that minx up to?
She obviously wasn’t in there to grab a book because she came out empty-handed. My mind ventures to find a guess as to what’s going on with her. I finally determine that Mrs. Simmons must’ve sent her in there for something. It still doesn’t make sense as to why she was wearing a bikini, so I decide to give her a moment and then go to her room.
She obviously feels comfortable enough in the mansion to move in and out of the rooms freely. I want that for her. I find myself wanting her to think of this place as her home.
Mrs. Simmons has likely had her cleaning and organizing in the library. In truth, I have Mrs. Simmons to thank for bringing Meg into my life. She hired this ethereal butterfly—and for that, she should be given a raise.
I knock gently on the door, my heart beating a little faster knowing I’ll see her soon. I haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s got me feeling this way. What is her magic potion? What spell does she cast to have this effect on men?
“Hi, Evan.”
She seems surprised yet happy to see me. She’s also out of her bikini and wearing a nice dress. She looks preened and primped and ready to go.
“Meg,” I kiss her cheek. “You’re so dressed up. You look elegant.”
She looks down at her dress and says, “Oh, well Matt asked me out for tonight. Did you know he wants me to stay here as a house guest and quit working as a maid?”
Indeed, I didn’t. That was very slick of Matt. I was thinking of having the same thing arranged, but it looks like he beat me to the punch. I don’t blame him. I’ve always thought Meg should stay here as our guest. I want her to be happy and not have to work.
So I’m glad that he did what he did, but I have more questions now. While Meg is dressed up now, why was she in the library in a bikini if she’s no longer working for Mrs. Simmons here in the mansion? None of it makes sense.
“May I come in?” I ask.
She opens the door for me and I walk into her well-lit and decorated room. The designers did a good job in here. I walk to the window and look out at the view. It’s expansive. All angles from inside the mansion are good angles considering we own the expanse of properties surrounding it.
This mansion is absolutely gorgeous. Every single room is impeccable. I’m especially glad that Meg’s room is so nice. She deserves the best.
I take a seat on her bed and vaguely think of fucking her right here and now. Forget all this chivalry bullshit. I’m tired of waiting, and once she has a taste of me, she’ll only want more.
I motion for her to come join me. She sits next to me, close. I can smell her fragrant perfume and whatever she’s got on her hair.
I’m aroused and it’s evident from the bulge in my pants.
She gives it a sideways glance and I pull her in for a kiss, knowing full well how badly she wants it.
I’ve already waited this long, though. I might as well wait a little longer for a special moment to claim Meg rather than right before her date with my brother.
“So, you’re dressed up to go out with my brother, huh?”
She shrugs and I know she doesn’t want to mention it. She’s pretty good in keeping us all separate, though I have no idea how she does it. We’re infamously known as being too much for one woman. That’s why it’s going to be important for her to choose just one of us.
“You look gorgeous,” I say, releasing her a little bit from my grasp.
“Well, I don’t want to rub it in…but Matt has made plans for us. I don’t know what the plans are, but I decided to get dressed up just in case we go somewhere nice,” she says.
I sigh regretfully and take in the fact that my brother is taking Meg out. Now it’s three against one. I’m the only one to not have had her. I was so close to cementing things in the garden, if only Ian hadn’t interrupted us.
But I have to bide my time. I care about Meg, and it absolutely doesn’t matter who gets to her first. What matters is the quality of her experience. I’m trying to build a relationship of trust.
It occurs to me that none of us really know very much about Meg. I know she went to Dartmouth College, but that’s about it. I don’t know what this side of me is, wanting to know more about her, but I can’t help but feel a tad bit protective of her.
“Are you jealous?” she asks. “I really don’t want you to be jealous or anything, Evan. I want you to know that I care about you so much. I know it might be weird me dating all of you guys, but I just can’t figure it out right now. I can’t pick one of you to be with.”
