Page 30 of Wrapped in Winter


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“Bal-zer?” I repeat, pretending I’m simple.

“Yeah, Balthazar. Popular name in Europe.”

Somehow, I detect bullshit. “Is it?” I say instead, remembering that heisa guest, even if I’m not exactly treating him like one. This stay is making so much sense now.Mystery shoppers my ass.

Spreading my arms on either side of me, leaning casually against the island and mirroring Reuben’s pose, I ask, “What can I do for you?”

That dimpled smile reappears. He loves innuendo, and it might be why I chose those particular words. I’m interested to see where this can go, even though there’s a high chance of career suicide, despite Luca’s promise. For some reason, I don’t seem to care.

“Milky coffee please.”

I move to the coffee machine, making his drink. “What’s the plan for today? Have you got to work like Luca? What do you all do anyway?”

Last night, I learned that these men all knew about each other, their parents moving in similar circles, but they didn’t hang out much until they went to Stanford. They’ve been best buds ever since, but I didn’t get the low down on their job which they seem very secretive about.

“Oh you know, we’re men of mystery.”

“Come on. Don’t be shy. I won’t look at you differently if you’re the center spread for a gay porn magazine. If anything, I’ll congratulate you on your inclusive attitude.”

His laughter comes out a little squeaky. “What the hell?” But then he must see a compliment in there, saying, “You think I’ve got a model body?”

“Of what I saw of it. But it was dark and late. My eyes were heavy, and I’m not convinced I remember events correctly.”

“Now, now, Winter. That sounds an awful lot like a proposition. Are you asking for another peek? Or maybe,” he adds, his eyes caressing mine, “you want another feel?”

Yeah, I’ve not forgotten about those delicious muscles my hands might’ve loved touching last night. Or the hard cock poking me. Getting up close and personal with Reuben is on my bucket list. I won’t feel like I’ve met my life’s goals unless his dick has been in either my mouth or pussy before he leaves, preferably both.

For a moment, I just let his words idle between us. The tension that was growing around us expands, and my breathing picks up. When his eyes drop to my mouth, I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Fuck, you want it, don’t you?”

“Do I?”

I give him and his body some serious thought. I mean, there’s a couch right there, and a floor, and bedrooms everywhere, but I withhold.

I like sex, but I’m in control here. For now.

The coffee machine has stopped its mechanical noises, so I fetch his drink, placing it in front of him. Luca is next through the door, and because I already know his morning preferences I have all of his drinks ready in a flash.

“You good?”

“Yup,” I chirp, smiling. Deciding not to ask if he’s linked to Chateau Balthazar, I demur, “You?”

He nods, those sapphire eyes flicking to Reuben. “What about you?”

“All good,” he answers, running a hand through his springy, black hair.

“Reuben was just telling me that you’re a male model for a gay porn mag.”

“Did he,” he replies, not biting.

“Yeah, and that at college, you experimented quite a lot. Together.” I let their imaginations go wild on that one. There’s no need for me to spell it out.

Luca searches my face for clues. It’s an expression he’s worn several times since we met, and I know he’s analyzing me right now. “That’s true. We fucked a lot of girls, didn’t we, Roo?”

Still leaning against the counter, Reuben just nods, his gaze steadily on me. “Lotta girls. No boys, though.”

I have to quirk a smile at his response. And I know a typical woman would be bursting into flames with jealousy right now, but I don’t run with the river; I tend to go against the stream. Instead of bitterness, I’m just intrigued. And I know Luca’s response for what it is: a test. And Reuben is goading me into a reaction right alongside him.

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