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"Good. I'm glad you have someone to talk to about all this. Hopefully she was open-minded about it."
"She was. She encouraged me to go today."
"Good." I smile at her.
"Let me grab my purse, and I'll be ready to go."
She leaves the door open and walks back in to grab her purse off the counter of the tiny kitchenette in their room.
As she walks away, I take a good long look at her. She's in a jean skirt that covers everything but leaves me wanting to rip it off her just the same. The thin dark green shirt she has on matches her eyes and is partially tucked in at the front with the V-neck just deep enough to see the top of her cleavage. Her shoes are black ankle boots that thankfully have no heel to them. They should be comfortable for her to walk in, unlike those death spikes fuck me heels she had on last night.
Taking her hand in mine, I lead her back to the car. The other two guys are following behind us, almost like bodyguards. We noticed last night that things just seemed to flow so naturally with her. There were no arguments or jealousy about who hogged more time. It was a fact that didn't go unnoticed by us.
I help her into the back seat of the car as Finn gets in on the other side, and Brooks once again takes the driver's seat. He drives to the cafe, and the entire way there, I don't let go of her hand. She holds my hand too, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
"When we were here earlier this week, we tried out this café. They have probably the most amazing breakfast in town. So we thought we'd take you there this morning because we've all been wanting to go again," I say as we pull into the parking lot.
"I can't wait to try it." She smiles, and I know that smile will be dangerous because I will give her anything she wants with that smile alone.
Despite the wait, when we finally get in, we're ushered to a table in the back. To secure this table for us this morning, we put down a hefty price to reserve it. She can still see most of the restaurant, but we will be secluded back here. Best of all, people won't be able to overhear our conversation.
"So, in the light of day, how do you feel about what happened last night?" Brooks asks once we are settled and have placed our drink order.
"I liked it. I just wonder what now." She shrugs it off like it's no big deal as she looks over the menu.
"That's for us to decide today, but not right now. We're going to take the time to get to know each other better. Do you have any questions for us?" Brooks once again takes the lead.
That blush on her cheeks is back, and she smiles, pulling out of a piece of paper from her pocket. When she opens it, we can all see there's a list of questions written on the hotel stationery. My guess they are ones that came up while she and Gigi were talking last night.
I reach over and take it from her, and she turns a beautiful shade of red.
"You have questions, and we're going to answer them all. There's no backing out because you don't want to ask them. You took the time to make a list and write them down so they're important."
We order our breakfast, and then we start down the questions.
"Okay, first one. How does it work with the three of us and one girl?" I read the question out to the table, and that beautiful blush is back on her face. It reminds me that while she has an air of confidence, she is still innocent in so many ways.
"We like to focus on the girl. Giving her pleasure. It's not really about anything between the three of us. We're just best friends," Finn says.
"And what if I want to see the three of you together?" She asks, but she's staring at her water glass and not at any of us.
Why does the thought of her expressing what she wants turn me on so damn much? Looking around at the other guys, they're shifting in their seats, too. It wasn't quite an innocent question.
"It's a limit we can talk about when the time is right," I say answering for us. When it comes to her, there is very little that is off the table.
Brooks snatches the list out of my hand and reads the next question. "Would this be for just here in New Orleans?"
"We talked about this last night. In reality, it should just stay here in New Orleans. We should put it behind us and forget about it," I say.
Immediately, we all see her face drop. It sends my heart racing, knowing she doesn't like that option as much as we don't.
Quickly, I add, "But we decided we don't want it to be. So, whatever happens here is up to you."
"What about my dad?" She asks another question on her list.
"What happens here, stays here. We can go home and act like nothing happened, and he never has to know if that's what you want," Finn says.
"Or we can go home and continue exploring this, and at some point, we will talk to your dad… and come what may," I say.
