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I want to laugh at his joke, but I’m mad. And scared.
How can I be scared when I’ve turned my back on them? They could do whatever they wanted right now; I wouldn’t even see it coming.
Maybe it’s because you know you’re safe, I tell myself.
Michael puts his hand on mine, stopping me from trying to make food.
“Let’s order breakfast. We can talk while we wait for it to get here.”
His mouth is right by my ear, and his breath tickles my skin. I lean into him and shiver, damning myself for melting so easily.
“Fine,” I say, turning around to face the three of them. “In the living room. The blinds stay open so there are witnesses.”
“You really think someone would witness anything so high up?” Christian challenges.
“With a place like this, I wouldn’t put it past Peeping Toms in other buildings to have a telescope pointed in this direction at all times.”
“Shit. I never thought about that…” Christian looks out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
My skin crawls; what have they been doing up here?
I follow them into the living room and sit on the plush white couch. The fabric is soft and rich, and my body sinks into the thick cushion. Michael and Josh sit on either side of me while Christian goes to stand by the windows, looking at all the buildings as if to catch the aforementioned voyeur.
I start fiddling with my hands nervously. My feelings towards these guys are so polarizing. How can I feel both in danger and completely safe at the same time? It makes no sense. There’s clear evidence that I should be running away screaming, but they’ve also proven to me that they have no intention of hurting me.
If they wanted to, they would have done it already.
Instead, they’ve given me the kind of pleasure I never thought I’d experience. They treated my body like it was made of gold and told me I’m beautiful more times than I can count. How could I not feel safe with them?
But what if that’s the point? Did they do the same thing with Nicole and Stephanie? I have no idea that I won’t be their next victim.
Scratch that—I’ll make sure I’m not their next victim.
“So…” I start, but I’m not really sure what I want to say.
“Ask us whatever you want,” Michael says quietly. His fingertips are gentle and tentative as they graze across my collarbone to move my hair over my shoulder, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“You said you would order breakfast,” I point out when my stomach grumbles again.
He chuckles and pulls out his phone. “I did. What do you want?”
“Chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and orange juice,” I say quickly.
“Potatoes?” he asks, fingers flying over his phone screen.
I nod. “Yes, please.”
The three of them look at me, something in their gazes changing.
“What I wouldn’t give to hear you say that when you’re begging me to fuck you,” Christian murmurs in that tone that makes my knees weak.
Shivering, I clear my throat and move a strand of hair out of my face, pretending not to be bothered by how his words make me feel.
“Don’t do that.”
He lifts a brow. “Do what, princess?”
“Don’t talk to me like that. Not while I’m still mad at all of you.”
