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“Valor Davenport!” She’d already been blushing from getting caught, but she turned an even more vivid red.
I grinned down at her, feeling light and happy for the first time in what seemed like years. Work would be a drag when I got back, and I’d hate leaving them behind, but for now I could enjoy this.
“How does it feel being worshiped by two men?”
She considered the question. “Much stickier than I would have anticipated. I smell like the aftermath of a frat party, minus the alcohol.”
Both Loïc and I chuckled.
“What did you tell that poor woman, by the way?” she demanded.
“Nothing much,” Loïc said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “She was understandably annoyed to find people having sex in the storage room. We had a conversation about young love, and I pointed out she’d have a good story to tell her coworkers later. She said they didn’t pay her enough to write up reports for security.” He shrugged. “I paid her for her inconvenience.”
“What’s the tipping policy in that kind of situation?” Tarryn asked, still looking sheepish.
“She’ll be able to take a nice vacation of her own.”
I couldn’t help but wince. He was so careless with his money. “She probably would have been happy with a lot less.”
“Why give someone less, when I can give them…so much more?” He gave me a sly, slightly dangerous smile, his gaze holding mine and not letting go.
Heat flooded my groin. Damn. The man was a menace.
“Uh-uhn. No more flirting,” Tarryn interrupted, snapping me out of the pseudo-trance he’d started on me. “Everyone’s clothing is staying on until we get back to the damned hotel room.”
“How about the back of the taxi?” Loïc countered.
“No!” Tarryn laughed.
“Not even the hotel lobby?”
“No!”
“Fine. I’m willing to hold off until the elevator, but no longer than that.”
“This isn’t a negotiation.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Loïc!”
“What?”
“There are cameras in the elevators!”
“Not in the service elevator.”
“We’re not having an orgy in the hotel’s service elevator.”
“No, an orgy would require at least one more person.”
“There isn’t a specified number that makes it an orgy. That’s not a thing!”
“I have to agree with him,” I said. “An orgy needs at least four people.”
“Three people can be an orgy,” she said stubbornly, although I could see she was beginning to doubt herself. “As long as you’re not lazy.”
“Three people is only a threesome.” Loïc tugged her close and kissed her. “But it’s the perfect number. So many possibilities and configurations, and no one feels left out.”
