No Lucky Number by Angel Payne & VICTORIA BLUE

Author:Angel Payne & VICTORIA BLUE [PAYNE, ANGEL & BLUE, VICTORIA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947222748
Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Chapter Eight

I woke up in bed in my own room of the suite, and I was alone. I was still topless, but Fletch and Drake had tucked the covers up around my neck so I was nice and warm. I’d never slept so hard in my life. It was a little unnerving that they’d managed to move me without waking me.

Easy out for the exhaustion—I blamed the monumental orgasm. Just thinking about it again made my skin prickle and break out in goosebumps. Then my memory expanded to include everything that had come before it…very awful pun not intended…

Humor wasn’t going to relieve me of the stress this time.

What on earth had I been thinking?

Worse, how would I even face the guys—my bosses—today? Their mouths had been all over my flesh. Their hands—and fingers—had explored places only lovers should’ve been. Real lovers…which was not their new role. I wouldn’t fall into that trap. I wouldn’t even label this—

This what?

This. That would have to do for now. This—whatever—that was going on between us. There. This. Oddly, it sounded just fine. For now, at least.

I hauled myself into the shower to wash away the incriminating evidence from my entire body. I had two hours before we needed to be in the exhibit hall, and the show started in four. The day would pass quickly while we were busy, but that didn’t give me much hope for afterward. I already knew what I would be wearing on the show floor, so getting ready was like being on autopilot—giving my mind lots of chances to wander back to the sofa and what I’d done with Drake and Fletcher there. Over and over and over.

I really didn’t want to go out into the living room. Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait any longer. Coffee was no longer an option. It was a necessity.

I opened my door as quietly as possible. If they had stuck with our original plan, one of them would be sleeping on the sofa.

“Good morning, angel.”

I nearly stubbed my toe on the corner of the wall. Both men sat at the table, hot coffee steaming from the cups in front of them.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Fletcher’s smile was sincere. And so flipping sexy.

“C-Coffee?” I managed.

“Over on the counter. I hope it’s not too strong. I know you prefer it all pretty.”

“Not the first cup of the morning. It will be perfect, I’m sure.” I returned his smile, hoping an attempt at normalcy would calm the riot inside.

Fat chance. They both were so irresistible. So sleep-tussled and scruffy-faced. Had I tripped into a television commercial and they were actually models playing their roles of morning hotness to perfection?

“Did you sleep well, Talia?” Drake finally looked up from the Wall Street Journal in front of him. His gaze was dancing this morning, a combination of mischief and sex that froze me in place for one perfect second.

“Yes, thank you. I slept like a rock. Must’ve felt like one to one of you guys too. I’m not sure how I got to my bed without waking up, but…thank you to whoever put me there.

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