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My mouth falls open. “What—”
“James, Beau, Charlotte, and I have discussed it,” he continues, as if he didn’t just chastise me. “We would like you to stay here. Work with us.”
My head is spinning, a thousand questions and rebuttals forming in my mind.
“I don’t know how to garden,” I say.
“Beau will teach you.”
“I don’t have a place to stay.”
“You can continue to stay in thePrincess Suite.”
“What?” This is insane. “That suite has to cost at least a thousand a night,” I argue.
He’s undeterred, and he leans forward, his gaze intense. “We never reserve it. So, we’re not losing money.”
“Why don’t you let people stay there?” I demand. “Why would a room like that stay empty? It’s stunning.”
“We’ll pay you in cash,” Grey adds. ignoring my questions. “Under the table.”
This is a dream come true. It’s everything I could want, but there’s something off about this.
Who would offer something like that?
“It’s too much,” I breathe. “What you’re offering…I can’t accept it.”
Grey’s expression softens.
“Charlotte said one of the first things you asked about was the garden,” Grey says gently. “No one has passion like that, besides Beau.”
Accept his offer!
“He has gardeners, though.”
“Do you have to be so stubborn?” Grey groans.
“Yes, because I don’t understandwhy!” I say. “Why would you offer all this to me? You don’tknowme. This seems like…charity. Something I can’t pay you back for.”
Grey growls, and instead of fear, my body aches with desire.
A question looms in my mind.
Is that why they want me here? Do they want me as their…toy?
Oh, God.
Could I do it? Could I stay here, and let them use my body, if it could help me forget about Michael—
But Grey looks pained as he speaks. “Do you know about our history?” he asks quietly.
“Beau told me a bit,” I murmur. “About foster care.”
Grey sighs. “We hadnothing,” he says. “For a long time. We were in and out of homes, albeit at different times. I’m a few years older than Beau and James, so I aged out before they did. But, I relied on the kindness of strangers for a long fucking time after that. Alongtime.”
Something nags at me.
I wish I could remember my upbringing, but memory fails me, and all I can do is listen to Grey. His powerful demeanor is still there, but vulnerability shines in his eyes.
