And somehow, I was going to do it.
7
FRANKIE
If I was going to be trapped in this penthouse alone all this time, I might as well do a little looking around.
The old Frankie would never snoop through someone else’s stuff, would never open a door that had been deliberately closed, would never step out of line in even the tiniest of ways.
But the new Frankie wasn’t a virgin and had been sold to the highest bidder. I was entitled to snoop, damn it.
The guys had said something vague about “business” before they left this morning, and I’d been half asleep still, recovering from all the exertion of the night before, so I hardly heard their instructions.
All I’d really registered was that I had the place to myself, though Darla was essentially on call if I needed anything. And unsurprisingly, I wasn’t supposed to leave.
If I wasn’t so thoroughly dickmatized, I probably would be concerned by that.
Not that I’d leave without my money, anyway.That’s the whole reason you’re here, Frankie. Eyes on the prize.
It was so quiet in the penthouse without the three large men with larger presences taking up all the air.
After getting myself into another pair of lacy panties I found in the wardrobe where Darla had pulled out the lingerie set the night before, I found a too-large men’s shirt hanging in a closet.
I was alone, but I was still me, and I wasn’t comfortable with wandering around in the nude.
It felt so vulnerable.
I threw the shirt over my nearly-naked body, then, fortified by the little bit of coverage, I padded down a long hallway on bare feet, peeking into doors to an office, another guest room, a bathroom with one of those fancy rain showerheads.
All the decor in Alex’s place was as cold and industrial as I’d expect from someone like him, though the opulence was no less clear with all the clean lines and chrome.
I found my way to the kitchen eventually, where I helped myself to one of the perfectly ripe nectarines in a bowl on the counter, and I relished the sweetness as I sucked the juice from my fingers.
If only the guys could see me now. Just the thought of the hunger in each of their eyes had me feeling a little turned on. As if I hadn’t gotten enough sexual satisfaction to last a lifetime just a few hours before.
My body was still sore from all their attention, of course.
As I wandered back through the penthouse, perusing the books on a tall, neatly-arranged shelf in the living room, I could feel the low, pulsing reminder of how my body had been initiated last night. An ache that made me wince if I took too long a step accompanied me as I wandered, too.
Though they hadn’t taken things slow or given me an easier first-time experience, I knew the guys hadn’t gone full out with me last night, either.
All the references tolessonsand havingmore to learnwere only part of the reason I knew they could go harder.
It was frightening, thinking of them pushing my body even further than before. But it was a little enticing, too.
I was contemplating opening a set of dark double doors that I was sure would lead to the primary bedroom—Alexei’s bedroom—when my cell phone buzzed in my hand. I needed to find a place to charge it, but it had some juice left in it despite being neglected on the nightstand all night. I found a text from Mom that made my heart squeeze.
Mom <3: Hope you had a fun night, Frankie! Just checking in
I hurried to reply to her, playing out our usual scene whereIhad to make sureshewas doing well.
Frankie: All good! Are you doing ok? Need anything?
Mom: Hey, shouldn’t I be the one asking that, since I’m the mom? :P
I grinned, taking the teasing as a sign she was fine. It eased the tightness in my chest a little, and I realized it was something like guilt.
We exchanged a few more messages where I reassured her I was safe and well even as I made sure she knew not to expect me home just yet. She signed off with another encouraging“Have fun!,”and I blushed, remembering how much fun I’d had the night before. How much fun was still in my future.
