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“Well, youarepretty huge,” I say, biting my lip.
His eyes darken, dropping to my mouth. “You have no fucking idea.”
“And with that blonde hair, you are our Goldilocks,” Ed says, watching my face intently. Artie reaches out and plays with a stray strand of my hair. “All for us to have and please.”
Oh my.
When the last button comes loose, that’s when the panic grips me. Ed drops to the bed on his haunches, effectively trapping me between the three of them.
It becomes real all too soon. I met these men barely hours ago. One of them threatened to turn me out during the snowstorm. And now I’m about to go through with something I’ve only fantasized about when I’m too horny before my period?
The heroines in my books would have welcomed this attention. Heck, I’ve made them have sex with men they met at a mall, behind the fitting rooms. My readers told me it was the hottest thing they’d ever read.
But even though I’m the one writing them, I’m not my heroines. I can never be them.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I mutter to myself, sidling all the way to the back of the bed. I probably look ugly doing it, but I don’t care. I need to get out of here.
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The park ranger picks me up in his arms effortlessly as if I weigh little more than a raggedy doll. “You’re going to be fine, sugar.”
“Am I?” I ask, still a little dazed. I don’t know if it’s because I’m concussed from hitting my head on the steering wheel, or the fact that my thoughts pendulum between him and the hot paramedic. I mean, at this point, does that even matter? Both of them have seen my tits out on full display.
The worst part is that I actually liked that. Guilt gnaws at me when I remember that I have a loving fiancé waiting for me back home. I can’t do this to him. Fantasizing about men and letting them look at your naked chest is the equivalent of cheating, at least according to my dictionary. Then why does it feel so good? And why do I suddenly want the ranger’s hands to accidentally slip down to the curve of my breast and fondle me even though I know that’s pretty much impossible?
I hear them laughing behind me. “Come on, Susan, it was only in good fun.”
I’m halfway to the bathroom when I turn to face them. “What?”
Ollie and Artie are both lying on their sides, smirking at me. Ed’s face is unreadable. That’s the last I see of them before I bolt inside the bathroom, locking myself inside.
I press my back to the door and stay there, willing my heart to calm. What the hell was that about?
I chickened out at the last moment from what would have been one of the most erotic moments of my life. Well, fuck me. Elena is right. I’m such a self-saboteur that someone should make me into one of those reality TV shows that follows the main character twenty-four seven while they do stupid shit.
The bathroom is lit only by the dying light of the candles I set up when I started my bath. I can hear faint laughter coming from behind the door. Moments later, Artie’s voice greets me.
“Susan, you can come out,” he says.
“I don’t think I can right now,” I say. “I need a minute to myself.”
There’s a pause before another voice sounds at the door. “I was just messing with you.” It’s Ed.
I freeze. So they didn’t want to sleep with me after all, and it was just some elaborate joke? Their laughter gives it away.
“We’ll go now,” Artie says. “Come out whenever you want.”
I don’t reply, waiting until I hear the door close behind them before making my way out. I walk over to the window and watch the snow falling thickly from the sky. It’s going to be a long, long weekend.
6
ARTIE
Yesterday, I came as close to heaven as I ever could.
“She still hasn’t shown her face,” Ollie says. Even though he tries to keep his voice light, I can tell this upsets him.
“Do you think we spooked her?” I ask, biting into an apple and taking my time to chew. Since the generator can’t cover the fridge, we’re trying to get through all the perishable items before they go bad. So breakfast is basically a whole spread of fruits and bread that we got from town two days ago.
