Wyatt approaches the end of the bed but doesn’t get too close. “She needs us.”
I nod. “We’ll take care of her at work. We’ll check out the new guy to make sure he’s not a serial killer or with the mafia.”
If anything, Drew likes to stir up trouble, from what I can tell. But Sara likes him in a way I haven’t seen her like any other guy she’s gone out with.
She stirs again, and this time stretches, drawing her sweater up to show her slender waist and pale skin. I’ve seen every inch of that skin bared and beautiful before me, but even this glimpse makes me want to tuck her away so no one else can have her.
She rolls on the bed and blows out a breath.
I smile and shake my head. “She’s a little bit of a mess.”
“She’s always been a little bit of a mess.” Wyatt’s closer. His gaze remains on her with that soft look he hides from her.
Tom is our friend. He doesn’t want us with her for whatever reasons. That’s his choice. We all want her, which has kept us away. How could I stand by and watch her be with Finn or Wyatt? How could I have her and keep them? I’m sure they feel the same way. Add Tom into that equation and the way she focused on Wyatt... It made it easier to ignore the need to possess her.
But if Sara wants me, I don’t know that I can continue to resist her.
Finn
The dancer sways her hips in front of me and gives me sly looks over her shoulder. Fuck if I can tell what she really knows and what she’s just guessing. Do I feel guilty for eating Sara out on her family’s dining room table?
Yes, I do.
Would I do it again? In a fucking heartbeat.
I haven’t been able to get her off my mind, and now with her in the office... Fuck, I took a few extra “coffee” breaks today. I think Dante’s up to something too, but I can’t quite figure it out. He’s always been protective of her, so it might be that vibe I’m picking up on.
Drew opens his office door and we all enter again. “Let me pull up the video.”
He rounds his desk and hits a few keys.
“So you and Tom...” I give her my best winning smile. “He never mentioned you.”
Shrugging, she pulls on the belt of her robe. “No reason to mention me. I’m cheaper than therapy.”
I highly doubt that. But she glances up, and with those dark eyes fixed on me, I can see why Tom would spend time and money with this woman. She’s just his type.
“Got it.” Drew comes around and presses a button on the remote.
Maya studies the guys at the table that Tom talks to. “It could be them. It’s hard to tell.”
I squint at the screen. It’s not the best quality. I don’t know, if I saw any of these guys, if I would recognize them from this video.
“Can you let me know if they come in again?” Drew asks.
Maya nods. Her gaze shifts to me and she smiles seductively. “Do you want a lap dance?” She walks around me and rubs her breasts against my back. “I could help ease that pressure she inspires in you.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I step away from her. “But I appreciate the offer. You’re a beautiful woman.”
She fake frowns and then her smile returns. “If you need me, I’m here.”
“Thanks, Maya.” Drew turns off the video and sets the remote on his desk.
Maya finger waves and leaves.
“Want a drink?” Drew walks over to the bar on the side of the room and pulls out a top-shelf whiskey.
“If you’re buying, I’m drinking.” I sit on one of the stools. “So, you and Sara just fucking or is this serious?”
