And somehow… beautiful.
“You won’t ever get the chance to play us,” he said quietly.
I lowered my head and didn’t respond.
Nick was all talk outside the bedroom. Out of the three of them, I’d already classified him in my own mind.
My dildo.
The spare one.
The kind that didn’t vibrate and only got used when you were truly desperate.
I jumped when someone pressed in behind me, then relaxed as soon as I caught Alec’s cologne.
“So flirting on the floor is allowed now?” he murmured close to my ear.
“No,” I said evenly.“Nick was just running security checks.”
“By holding your hand?”
I shrugged, deliberately nonchalant.
“Someone gave me money.”
Alec’s body went rigid.
“What for?” he snapped.“How much?”
“It was a married couple,” I replied flatly.“Twenty pounds. For a drink or a game—I’m not sure.” I glanced toward the entrance.“May I return to work?”
“No. Get in the office,” he said sharply, already lifting a hand to signal Danny over.
Danny caught his look immediately and hurried past the seating area to us.
“Get Geraldine on the door,” Alec ordered.
Then his grip closed around my elbow—not rough, but unmistakably possessive—as he steered me toward the elevator. I didn’t resist.
Alec fell into step beside us.
Whatever they had planned upstairs, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
The sexual harassment policy in the employee handbook excluded them.
I knew the drill.
Nick walked ahead of me, Alec beside or behind. We went into Rowan’s office, and Alec locked the door.
I strip.
We fuck.
Depending on how badly they mess up my face or my clothes, I either go home with one of them—or return to work.
Chapter 23
Rowan
