Beck shrugs. “As far as I’m concerned, no one has to know. Not yet, at least. I mean, we fucked in the conference room, and not a soul noticed.”
Adrian gives him a warning look. “That can’t be a frequent event. If we do that every day, eventually, wewillget caught. Notto mention, we’ll get nothing done. And we do have a company to run.”
“So then, what’s the answer?” I ask, suddenly feeling insecure. “I don’t want to be a secret…”
“You don’t need to be,” Caleb says, taking his last bite and then setting the empty plate in the sink. “I’m sure we can figure out how to do this right.”
“Yeah, and then we can just knock down all the walls between our apartments and have one massive penthouse,” Beck chuckles, stabbing his fork into his pancakes.
“Right,” I snort, and then pop my plate into the dishwasher. I eye the clock. “I really need to go get ready for work.”
“I suppose that’s okay,” Beck hums, leaning in to kiss my lips. “I need to get moving, too.”
“Same,” Caleb agrees.
I turn to him as soon as Beck’s lips leave mine, and I kiss Caleb, then Adrian. A sigh escapes my lips as I pull away, overwhelmed by the feelings swelling in my chest as I take in the sight of the three of them.
“So does this mean I’m your girlfriend?”
“Duh,” Beck chuckles, winking at me. “And we’re your boyfriends.”
I giggle. “I like that.”
“Me, too,” Caleb adds, folding the blanket that I left on the barstool. “Now, go get ready for work.”
I nod and then slip out and head for the elevator. I feel like I’m on cloud nine, the memories from the last twenty-four hours on repeat in my brain. However, all that comes crashing down the moment I step into my apartment.
“Oh my gosh! Where have you been?” Riley folds her arms across her chest, a concerned look on her face. “I know I’ve been busy with work, but you could’ve let me know you weren’t coming home last night.”
“I sent you a text,” I say, digging my phone out of my purse. “You never texted me back…” My voice trails off as I click the side button.
It doesn’t light up.
Whoops. It died.
“Maddy,” she snaps. “I thought you freakingdied.I was about to call the cops and accuse your bosses of murder.”
“I’m so sorry.” My shoulders fall as I head for the phone charger we leave on the kitchen counter. I plug in my phone and then give her a remorseful look. “I really didn’t mean to scare you. I spent the night at Adrian’s penthouse… with all three of them,” I add, my voice coming out as a squeak.
She gapes at me. “Oh my god. Are you serious?
I nod, and Riley’s eyes go wide, as she follows me to the bathroom, stepping in as I strip down and turn on the shower.
“Okay, spill it. Every detail, no skipping.” She sits on the closed toilet lid.
I let out a sigh as I step under the warm water. “We went to Pulse. It was insane. Beck bought me, like, seven shots and we were up in VIP, and then there was dancing, and…” I pause. “Then I went home with all three.”
Riley exhales on the other side of the shower door. “Keep going.”
“We all went back to Adrian’s. But I guess I should back this up a step, because earlier in the day we agreed to an arrangement…” I reach for the shampoo, a little sad to wash off the men’s scents.
“What kind of arrangement?”
I try to put it into words, but it sounds absolutelyinsaneto admit to someone who’s not a part of the dynamic. “I… We… We are all together.”
Riley falls into silence. “What does that even mean, Mads?”
“I’m their girlfriend. Exclusively.” Riley doesn’t respond, and I peek out from behind the door as soon as I finish rinsing the shampoo from my hair. “You’re not saying much.”
