I didn’t want a cheap romp at all. I wanted Elex to make love to me. That was it. Simple enough.
At this point, if I had to beg—
I stopped myself and let that settle in my brain.
If I begged him.
Elex was a dominant male. An alpha in bed. Maybe if I acted completely submissive and begged him, I could tap into his need to be in charge and get him turned on enough to take me finally.
I sat up in the tub and let the water sluice back off me.
That was it.
Tonight when he came home, I would submit to him, naked and ready, and there would be no way he would be able to resist his sexy, submissive yam.
As fast as I could, I toweled off and pulled on my robe. I looked at the undergarments I had picked and left them on the dressing bench.
If I was going to be sexy, it had to be naked.
This was an excellent idea, and I couldn’t wait to—
No.
I could, and should totally wait to share it with the Twin Mountains of Walking Sex in the Breakfast Nook. They didn’t need to know what went on in my bedroom any more than I needed to know what went on in theirs.
I completely knew what went on in theirs.
Damn it.
Steeling myself, I headed into the breakfast nook.
Roran and Rilen were moving as a single, smooth unit to unload a cart of food the kitchen had sent up for us. They had four places set, which was sweet and heartbreaking at the same time, and were getting everything plated and ready.
I wondered if Master Dorian really knew what he had in these two mates.
Rilen, definitely the gentleman of the two, pulled out a seat for me and motioned me over.
I nodded my thanks as he pushed the chair to the table.
“You’re not wearing anything under that robe, are you?” His breath was hot as his words carried over my ear.
I groaned. “I thought you were the gentlemen.”
He moved around me and smirked. “If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d tell you to show me what you aren’t wearing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to ignore the throb between my legs.
Damn him.
“I suspect my brother has pointed out that we can tell you’re naked under there,” Roran said, taking a seat. “Let’s eat, and then we can discuss your plan.”
“My plan?”
He stabbed a vegetable with his fork. “To get your male in the bed with you and seal the deal. Soon.”
Dinner was a reasonable way to not talk about what they wanted to know. I grabbed my utensils and started in on the meal, making sure if they asked me anything, I had a convenient piece of meat or vegetable handy to shove in my mouth.
“You keep doing that.” Rilen finally pointed out my ruse.
