I hesitate for a moment, then cup his jaw and kiss him. He draws me into his firm body, kissing me back hard and slow. He tastes like coffee and mint, and as his hand slides down the curve of my back, I feel myself slowly melting against his chest.
“Are you sure this isn’t breaking a company policy?” I whisper against his mouth. I don’t know why, but necking with my bodyguard the morning after just feelswrong.In a delicious, illicit way. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”
He laughs. “Our boss met her wife on a close protection job. I think she realised pretty quick that when two people are attracted to each other, it can be more distracting to repress it.” He slips a hand up the back of my shirt, and I shiver as his fingertips tickle up my spine. “I can sleep with you off-shift, and focus on my work on-shift just fine.”
The hotel phone rings, and I jump as Glen practically falls out of the bedroom, yanking on a pair of boxers. He brushes past us both, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek, then stumbles to the door and out into the corridor.
“Emergency?” I ask, watching his retreating back.
“Breakfast,” Kenta laughs. “He’s a bottomless pit.” He dips down and touches his mouth to my ear. “I think you wore him out.”
“I think I should’ve worn you out, if anything. I edged you for like, half an hour.” I look up at him through my lashes. “Very rude. Sorry about that.”
He chuckles. “Do it whenever you like, sweetheart. I enjoyed it plenty.”
Glen bursts back into the room, pushing a gold room service trolley loaded with jugs and cutlery and big metal cloches. The guys lift up the covers, revealing plates upon plates of breakfast food. Hash browns. Pastries. Scrambled eggs. Pancakes. There’s a plate of french toast sticks with chocolate dipping sauce, and a whole jug filled with some kind of berry smoothie.
And I can barely eat any of it.
Sighing, I ladle some fruit salad into a little bowl and pour myself a glass of the smoothie. A couple of days. Just a couple of days, and when the premiere is done, I’ll stuff my face.
The guys fill their plates, and I slump between them on the sofa, picking at my fruit. “I was wondering. How did you guys get started, with this foursome stuff?”
Kenta pours a cup of juice. “It was back when we were serving, and we were all pitched in the same tent. Glen met a girl he liked in a local bar, but she lived with her dad, who was openly against our presence. Matt and I both said, as long as she was fine with it, we didn’t mind them just coming back to the tent.”
“You dog,” I nudge Glen. His cheeks redden.
Kenta laughs. “Then it just became a habit. If one of us wanted to bring a girl back, we would, and the other two would ignore it. It was—” He frowns at his bacon. “Honestly, at that point, it was less about sex, and more about comfort. Just having someone to hold, for a bit, when you spent all day thinking about death.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself.” I bite into a grape. “I can imagine.”
He nods. “One night, a girl Matt brought back asked if we wanted to join. She was pretty, we were lonely. We tried it, and it was so mind blowing that we kept doing it.” He frowns down at my bowl. “Sweetheart, is that all you’re having? We got lots of vegan stuff. The oatmeal, and the french toast, and I think the pancakes are good.”
“You haven’t seen my dress for tonight. It’s essentially a gastric band. I’m on liquids for the rest of the day.” He looks alarmed. “Don’t worry, I get to eat like a normal person as soon as the premiere is over.”
“Okay,” he says slowly. “What if you get dizzy, or something?”
I shrug. “I eat some glucose tabs, drink some water, and suck it up.”
“I don’t like that,” Glen mutters behind me.
I snort. “Yeah, well, neither do I. But I’d rather spend an evening feeling a bit hungry than have to deal with pregnancy rumours. And trust me, so would you.” I spear a piece of melon. “Every time that happens, I get like, three times as much attention from the paps. I’m making your job much easier.”
Kenta still doesn’t look satisfied. Glen reaches down and nabs a strawberry from my bowl, rolling it generously in the french toast dipping chocolate, then holding it to my lips. “Here. It’s fruit.”
I roll my eyes and bite into the strawberry, humming as the sweet juice bursts on my tongue, mixing with the rich, heavy chocolate. When I’m done, I suck a smudge of chocolate right off Glen’s thumb, scraping my teeth lightly across the pad. His grey eyes flare and darken, and I feel Kenta setting his own plate aside, reaching up to pull my hair back from my neck. My eyes fall closed as his hot lips touch the side of my throat. Glen pulls his thumb from my mouth, trailing his hand down to cup my cheek.
I startle as a door suddenly slams, looking up to see Matt stride into the room. His gaze goes straight to us, and colour touches his cheeks. “Seriously?” He barks. “Again?”
I twinkle my fingers at him. “You know, if you stop being such a sad little bitch, you can join in,” I inform him, with my characteristic warmth and charm.
His disgusted look speaks volumes. He storms back into the guys’ bedroom.
“Alright, then,” I mutter.
Glen chuckles next to me. “He’s jealous.”
Somehow I doubt that. “Whatever.” I stretch, then check my watch. “I’ve got twenty minutes before I need to hit the gym. Do you reckon all three of us can get off before I need to leave?”
