Page 7 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

I counted doors as I passed, which was pointless because they all had little gold plaques on the doors with numbers. I reached room eleven and grasped the doorknob.

Last chance to back out. Deep breath in. Chin up. Shoulders back.

I twisted the knob and pushed the heavy black door inward.

Shadows clung to the edges of the room and a single lit lamp cast light over a massive four-poster bed covered in blue satin sheets.

Three men sat at a table beside the bed.

A black tablecloth draped to the floor, and an abundance of food covered the tabletop. But my stomach dropped as all three men stood.

Not any three men. Three men I knew. My pulse skipped, my vision going dark at the edges.

Leonid took a step forward. Mikhail and Viktor looked as shocked as I felt. Then again, I rarely saw any kind of emotion on any of their faces, so what I took as shock could have been anything.

I blinked quickly, hoping to dispel the image as something from my imagination.

Because there was no way this was real. I’d fallen asleep or been drugged…or something. My breaths came out in quick, panicked bursts.

3

LEO

Huh. I had to admit, if I’d been given a million guesses, I never would have guessed that Peyton was the one we’d been talking to.

She was so quiet in the office. Quiet and timid. The woman in our inbox had not held back. Not for an instant. I could think of a dozen moments where they didn’t line up.

Like the afternoon when she’d laughed at something on her screen, cutting it off so fast, her hand was over her mouth before the sound finished.

She always tucked her chin when she walked into my office, making eye contact for split seconds before she hurried away.

Once, I’d come up behind her to ask about rescheduling a meeting and she’d startled, going pink all the way to her ears. She’d apologized even though I was the one who’d scared her. I’d thought it was nervousness at being around me, but it might just be her personality.

“I can’t be here.” Peyton shook her head, her blonde hair framing her face. The tiny black dress showed off gorgeous legs I wanted wrapped around my head. Right now. I’d thought of it for weeks. Knowing it was Peyton, the assistant I’d been eyeing at work despite my hard and fast rule to avoid all entanglements in the workplace, only made it better.

Rules were meant to be broken, especially when Peyton had laid out such delicious imagery for all of us.

She took a step back. “I must have the wrong room.”

Mikhail shifted his weight forward.

I held up a finger to stop him, not that it would matter if his pursuit instinct kicked in.

But he tightened his jaw and stayed back while I advanced a single step. “Are you Curvacious369?” Even the cute name had intrigued me. Cute and flirty, unlike mine, which was meant to convey strength.

Peyton stopped dead in her tracks, her cheeks flaming pink.

What a marvelous sight. I didn’t dare smile. Not yet.

But I fully planned on putting that color in her cheeks as she cried out my name.

All of our names. This woman had sexted all three of us like a professional and acted like a nun in the office.

Which was real?

She’d opened the door with her chin up and a daring look in her eyes. That had fled when she recognized us, but a hint of it came back now. Nothing more than a glimmer in her eyes that contradicted the quiet way she said, “Yes. That’s me.”

Fuck, that was going to turn Viktor on. He did not enjoy passive partners, but the occasional ‘yes, sir’ set him off. I’d seen him react to Peyton that way in the office, especially when she looked up at him through her lashes.