The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(52)

Rather than allow the rubber to get them both messy, she reached between them to peel it off. Zane grumbled as she stretched to discard it. Finding a luxury brand tissue on the nightstand to stroke him dry earned her a melodic sigh. She was done then, free to enjoy his snuggling and his warmth and the oddly pleasant intimacy of his nakedness and hers. Like Trey, he smelled incredible after sex, a combination of personal chemistry and what was probably hundred dollar an ounce cologne.

Now that she wasn’t occupied with Zane, she could look around. The space was bigger than her bedroom at home, the furniture in it equally oversized. Like the bed, the wall panels were dark wood. Whatever sealed them left them with a glossy shine, an effect echoed in the nightstands and the portion of the elegant en suite bathroom that she could see. The counters there were white-veined black marble. Apart from the bedroom rug, which glowed in subtle desert hues, everything her eye fell on gleamed softly. She might have been shut up in a very expensive box—a protective box, it actually seemed to her. Nothing bad was allowed to happen here.

Extending from the wall above the bed was a wooden half-moon canopy. Two reading lights were recessed within it, suggesting—in case she’d ever doubted—that this bed hadn’t been designed for one person to sleep in.

Oh whatever, she chided. She’d known Zane wasn’t a monk. Maybe she should simply savor being here tonight. She had plenty of time to remind herself not to get used to it.

She closed her eyes, smiling at her temporary worry sabbatical. Not intending to fall asleep, she didn’t realize she had until the dream came to her.

Night had descended. She was waitressing on Zane’s boat. Its spacious dining room was packed, Boston’s skyline twinkling behind the long windows. She was serving her own food, and for some reason all the courses were on her tray at once. Knowing that was wrong, she debated returning to the pass-through. The last thing she wanted was to humiliate herself in front of all these people.#p#分页标题#e#

“Here,” Zane called, signaling her from a table. “We’re ready for dinner now.”

Trey sat across from him in a gorgeous all-white tuxedo. That was awkward. What if Trey realized she’d slept with his closest friend? Unlike Zane, her new boss wasn’t smiling.

“I tipped you,” he said sternly, pointing to a pair of hundred dollar bills that lay across his bread plate. “The least you could do was leave him alone.”

This was an odd way to put it, she thought.

“Don’t listen to him,” Zane said. “He has no claim on me.”

Zane’s formal wear was black and white. He reached across the table to hold Trey’s hand—which seemed to contradict his words.

“I’m confused,” Rebecca said. “Do you two want me or not?”

With a simultaneity that had to be practiced, the men unzipped their tuxedo trousers and pulled out erect cocks. Rebecca gasped, suddenly painfully aroused. The men turned in their chairs to face her and began to stroke themselves. They’d spread their legs very wide. She could see into their trousers down to their testicles.

The display was too much for her. She wanted to drop to her knees before them, to suck one reddened cock and then the other until they exploded. They’d like watching each other. Somehow she just knew that.

Her heavy tray trembled on her shoulder. She realized she forgotten to pull on panties beneath her brand new skirt. Hot cream from her arousal was trickling down her leg.

“We would want you—” Zane began.

“—if you weren’t so needy,” Trey finished.

“I’m not needy,” she objected. “I work like a dog. I take care of everyone!”

Zane shook his head sadly. “You only pretend. We know how much you want to cling.”

“Fuck you,” dream Rebecca swore. “I’ll serve your food to someone else!”

She stormed away with her tray—or tried to. People kept bumping her, sticking their elbows and shoulders out from their seats. At last, she reached an empty table on the edge of the room. She set the courses down on the tablecloth. The plates were cold, an embarrassment to serve. All her hard work was ruined. She wanted to cry but refused to.

A shadow came up behind her. She didn’t turn. She already knew who it was.

“They see the real you,” her father said. “I’m not the only one.

Rebecca shuddered awake. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear and anger surging through her in sickening waves. What was she doing with Zane tonight? How could she imagine nothing bad could happen in this room?

Bad things could happen anywhere.