Okay.I need to get a grip.I've done way more complex things than trying to escape three billionaires' penthouse apartment.
I have to stand my ground.
"Give me back my clothes," I say.Yes, I'll take my bra and panties back as well.To hell with their fetishes.They're rich enough to buy their own.
I'm on a tight budget, and honestly, I would prefer a tub of ice cream from the Cinematic Ice Cream Store than to buy new underwear.Besides, I'm a virgin.No one is going to see what's under my clothes, and that's the way I like it.
"Ms.Hagen, you must understand how this looks.We come home from a very intense meeting to find a strange woman in our bed—" Garrison says.
I force myself to pay attention to his words and not the cadence of his voice.It’s imperative I focus on his words, since my nipples aren't going to help me survive this.
"It's a guest bed," I correct.
"It's still our bed," Jasper says.My ears perk up.He sounds exactly the way he looks: a deep, sexy, raking quality to his voice that coats my skin with honey and makes me want to lick him.
I don't know why I want to lick him when I'm the one covered in honey at the sound of his voice."I just want to lick him,” I tell myself, silently annoyed.This is not the time to lose my head.
"But it's not.You don't sleep in here," I insist.
"It's in our apartment, so it makes it our bed," Layton says, and oh boy.
My knees buckle a little, and I have to press my thighs together to stop my clit from singing.I don't think my clit can sing, can it?
Oh my god, what if I'm a rarity and my clit hums when it's near extremely sexy men I want to lick?I press down so hard on my thighs I nearly pass out.
Okay, what is going on with me?Being this dramatic is Clover's forte.She was exactly this way with her three billionaire crushes.And I don't have love crushes on them.I mean, I have a lust crush on them.Only that.
"Semantics," I grit under the onslaught of these men, and they've each only said less than two sentences to me so far.
"Still our bed," Garrison adds.
"Fine.Carry on," I say, losing that battle.
"We come home to find a strange naked woman in our bed—"
"But I'm not a stranger.I'm Alessia.I own the cleaning company you hired.We're not strangers anymore.I spoke to your PA, she knows me.”
"I said strange," Jasper says with a killer smile on his lips.
"Right."Strange.I can't argue there."Carry on."
The sooner they get out whatever they want to say, the sooner I can leave.No more interrupting.
"And she has a set of very precious, and currently priceless, pearls in her hand.Do you know those are the last of their kind?"
I do but I pretend not to.
"I did not, in fact.They were just very pretty to look at, and then I fell asleep.It's all a big mistake.A misunderstanding.Absolutely nothing nefarious at all."
“Even if you are telling the truth about the pearls and that you weren't here to steal them, we still have that other matter."
"What other matter?"I ask.Yep.I'm playing dumb.
"The liberties you've taken in our apartment do need a little punishment, Ms.Hagen, don't you think?"Garrison asks, so smoothly if I weren't finally paying attention, I would think he was telling me a bedtime story.
"Punishment?"I say, swallowing hard."You mean you're going to hand me over to the cops for using your washer and falling asleep in a bed you yourselves don't even sleep in?"
"We handle our business on our way.There won't be any cops involved."
