The water had done a lot to clear away the fog of alcohol that had still been hanging over me in the hours since I’d gotten back to the motel, but I was still feeling light-headed. Unfortunately, the buzz that had kept me from remembering exactly what I’d said to Cash and Sage just a few short minutes ago was fading fast and I could feel – and see – my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Holy hell, had I really asked them if they thought Memphis and his men were all together at the same time or took turns with one another? I groaned and hung my head.
Please, God, don’t let me have asked Memphis or any of the other men involved in a threesome relationship that very thing.
It was bad enough that Sage wasn’t going to let me live it down. I’d die of embarrassment if any of the other men I worked with on a daily basis brought it up.
This whole thing was proof that I didn’t belong out here in the real world. It was just too damn hard. I liked it better when the men I worked with were heaping their praise on me over the phone, not in person.
Because when I was on the phone, I was Daisy Washburne, IT girl extraordinaire. In person I was awkward, weird, bumbling Daisy who just didn’t quite fit.
It wasn’t that any of Ronan’s men had ever made me feel that way in the nine months since I’d joined the team. No, it was a sentiment that still lingered from my childhood and that I often applied to people who looked at me with that little bit of confusion – like they didn’t exactly know what to make of me.
I couldn’t really blame them. After all, I didn’t really fit the typical mold of a girl who found more comfort sitting in front of a computer screen chatting with other computer nerds all day and all night than out in the real world talking to actual people. I wasn’t some skinny chick with small boobs and cute hair in a sexy, boyish style who knew how to rock black clothes, piercings, and heavy makeup. No, I was most at home in loose sweats and a faded, too-big T-shirt that did nothing to hide my ample endowments. My eyes fell to my chest and I shook my head in disbelief.
Had I really been sitting outside my door with no bra beneath my bulky T-shirt and my favorite hot pink boyshort underwear for all the world to see?
Complaining about wanting chocolate.
And how hot it was to see two guys kiss.
And that no one had asked me to dance.
No… thatCash and Sagehadn’t been the ones to ask me to dance.
God, could I have made an even bigger fool of myself?
“Damn champagne,” I muttered as I forced myself to straighten. I tugged at the knot I’d twisted my hair into so that it wouldn’t get wet while I showered and then snagged a dry towel off the rack. Even though my T-shirt fell well below my upper thighs, I wasn’t about to risk giving the two men in the other room another show, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and knotted it. As much as I wanted to just hide out in the bathroom until I was told someone had arrived to open my door for me, I knew it would make me look even more foolish than I already did and I wanted to savewhat little scraps of dignity I could, since I had to work with these guys for the foreseeable future.
God, Sage was going to have the best time teasing me about this. And Cash… hell, who knew what Cash would do.
The two men were so very different, yet there was something about them that was just so…
I sighed because I didn’t have an explanation for what they were. I’d spent way too much time tonight watching the pair interact, and it had been one of the reasons I’d found myself reaching for one champagne flute after another. I’d already guessed Sage and Cash were a couple, but seeing them tonight had confirmed it and I’d hated the feeling of loss that had gone through me.
Which was utterly ridiculous because I had absolutely no interest in Sage Brighton and his flirtatious ways.
Or Cash Malloy’s solid strength and mysterious demeanor.
And there was nothing at all about the way they’d whispered to one another or the subtle looks and touches they’d shared during that reception that had made something inside of me positively vibrate with need.
No, nothing at all.
“Liar,” I whispered.
And I positively hadn’t gotten all flustered when they’d shaken my hand and said my name with those deep, raspy voices.
I didn’t wait for my inner voice to call me out on the obvious lie a second time. Instead, I steeled myself to face them when I opened the bathroom door.
As I walked through the door, I looked down one last time to make sure the towel was secure around my hips.
So I didn’t see them right away.
But I heard them.
I mean,reallyheard them.
Like no-mistaking-what-they-were-doing heard them.
