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Yeah, I get where Nathan is coming from.
Fuck, this is so damned complicated.
What started out as sexy fun has turned into more than any of us expected.
And we’re in over our heads.
I blow out a breath. “This is a lot,” I finally say. “Maybe we need to table this discussion for now. Everyone needs to do some thinking.”
"Are you willing to wait?" Nathan asks.
And that's a great question. Am I willing to wait for Danielle because Nathan and Crew have different ideas and needs from mine?
“I don't think any of us should have to give up our dreams because of the others, do you?" I ask. “That’s not what we signed up for. We signed up for…Dani. To make her happy together. But we’re still individuals with lives and things we want.”
Nathan nods. "But we have a relationship with one another. There’s no avoiding that. And this is what relationships are. Compromising. Everyone has to give up a little to make it work."
That seems like it should have been my line.
But I don’t want to give anything up.
Which sounds more like a Nathan line.
Everything feels like it’s getting mixed up.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 6
Dani
“My God, you look gorgeous.”
My stomach flips at the words and the husky tone in Michael’s voice. The way he’s looking at me makes my heart rate pick up. “Thank you. It fits perfectly.”
He crosses the hotel room to me and smooths a hand over the midnight blue lace clinging to my hip. “I knew it would. You take my breath away.”
He’d bought the dress for me earlier today. When we’d been packing at home to come to the medical conference in Vegas, he’d mentioned this formal cocktail party and dinner and I’d started digging through my closet, but he’d told me not to worry. That he’d buy me something appropriate once we got here.
Shopping in Las Vegas at the high-end boutique for this gorgeous dress with my handsome, romantic doctor boyfriend had been like a dream. I’d felt very Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Except all of the sales clerks had beenverynice to me.
I’d modeled five dresses one by one for Michael. The hot looks he’d given me and all the compliments he’d showered on me had made me feel like a princess. Then, when I was hanging the emerald green dress I liked best back on the hanger and was preparing to pull my street clothes on, he’d come into the dressing room with me, carrying this gorgeous deep blue lacey thing. He’d helped me step into it, zipping it up slowly, while twisting my hair up with his hand as he stood behind me. We both took in my image in the mirror before locking eyes in our reflections.
“This one,” he’d said simply.
I’d nodded. It’s perfect. It has a halter-type bodice, leaving my shoulders and arms bare. The dress fits against my breasts, stomach and hips but the skirt flares a little, hitting me mid-thigh. It has a pretty lace overlay and I feel sophisticated and sexy in it.
I run my hand up the lapel of his perfectly fitted suit jacket that defines his biceps and his chest muscles. “You look so handsome, too.”
He not only looks great in a suit, as usual, but he smells amazing. We’ve only been in Vegas for a few hours. We flew in earlier today, checked into a fabulous penthouse suite, had lunch, went shopping, then came back to get ready for tonight. We haven’t even had sex yet. But I’m excited. I’ve spent time alone with all three of my guys from time to time, Nathan in particular because he’s in Chicago more frequently than Crew and Michael. I’ve had to work to spend more time with them, but we do dinner dates, movies, shows, or even parties like tonight. I’ve accompanied both Nathan and Michael to charitable events and Crew to PR events where we’ve dressed up. But this is different.
This is a medical conference where Michael is an attendee as well as a speaker. He’s doing two talks this week. I don’t know about what specifically. Something about sports medicine, obviously. But it won’t matter to me. I won’t be there. I get to sleep in, hang out at the pool, shop some more, go to the spa…whatever I want while he’s attending the conference during the first half of the day. Then in the afternoons and evenings, he’s all mine.
I love being here with him. I love that hewantsme here with him.
I’ve never had an entire week of one-on-one time alone with any of the guys, and it feels so strange to be a twosome when we’re usually a foursome. But I know it will be fun. Michael’s already made me feel like there’s nowhere he’d rather be, and this trip is about spending time with me, while the conference is an afterthought.
We’ve held hands, laughed, hugged, kissed, talked, and it’s so fun knowing that everyone looking at us knows we’re a couple. I love being this man’s girlfriend. He’s so sophisticated and intelligent and charming and handsome. He could probably meet a woman on every block who would be delighted to have a drink, or more, with him. But he’s withmeand I know that people can tell just by watching us together that we’re in love.
