Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(13)

       
         
       
        

"We'll make sure she's safe," Law assured.

Riley stepped up. He was always the one to handle the ladies. Being somewhat civilized, he didn't tend to scare the crap out of them the way Law did.

His brother gave her his surest smile. "She's in good hands, Annabelle. I went to college with Kellan. He's talked to you about me, right?"

She nodded, relaxing a little. "He said you were a good guy."

"If you trust him, then trust me. I'll be good to her. And Law here is already half in love with her, so there's no worry."

Law felt his jaw drop. "You motherfucker."

Riley shrugged. "Hey, I tell it like it is."

Annabelle went silent, her dark eyes staring through him. Damn it. Riley's sense of humor was going to get him gutted one day. Now Annabelle would be afraid to let Kinley go with him. The secretary could cause real trouble.

"I'm not going to … " Law struggled. How did one politely tell someone that he wasn't going to molest her friend? "Touch her. I swear."

"Oh, I sincerely hope you do." Annabelle stepped up and smoothed down his tie. "You charm her and seduce her and you make her very happy in bed. That's practically an order."

He hadn't heard that right. "What?"

She stepped back, wearing a mysterious smile. "I love that woman. She's my sister and she deserves someone who can make her feel good. You've been watching her. I see the look in your eyes. You seem like a smart man, Law Anders. I know Dominic Anthony is. No truly smart man is going to be able to resist my best friend." Her eyes narrowed as she studied Riley. "I don't know about you. You might be dumb."

"I graduated top of my class at Harvard." Riley seemed slightly put off.

"Then you'll get with the program because she'll need the security and affection all of you can provide. Just remember … if you taste that particular icing, you've bought the whole cake. If you try to get out of taking the cake home and enjoying every bite, I will come after your asses. And you have not seen fury until you've seen it from this girl. Are we understood?"

They both nodded dutifully. Law was pretty sure that Riley had been struck as mute as him.

Annabelle took one last look at her friend, then stepped to the door. "I'm going to make sure the coast stays clear. You two think about what I said. And take care of Gigi. She can be a handful."

Annabelle disappeared, leaving Law with one final question.

"Who the fuck is Gigi?"

Riley shrugged. "I don't know. I think that girl might be crazy. Are you thinking of trying Kinley's cake?" 

"Well, I couldn't just eat the frosting and then not take a bite of the cake, if you know what I mean. Hell, I'm not sure what I mean. I'm confused."

Damn, he didn't understand women half the time. Shaking it off, he looked down at Kinley, who appeared to be sleeping so peacefully, despite her awkward position. She was really the most fucking gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. And what had he done? He'd shot her full of tranquilizer, stuffed her into a laundry bin, and dumped her luggage inside.

Very smooth.

"I really want to try the frosting," Riley admitted. "But Annabelle will take our balls off if we do and then don't eat the cake." He frowned. "Is that what she's saying?"

"Dumbass." Sometimes he wondered if Harvard was all it was cracked up to be. "She was saying she approved."

"I kind of thought so. She shouldn't." Riley stood beside him staring down, too. His brother's face softened. "We'd only get hurt if we started something with her. She really is quite lovely when she's not biting my hand."

His phone buzzed, and Riley's whole body went on alert. "We're a go."

Law grabbed the canvas and covered the bin. "Sleep well, princess. When you wake up, you'll be in a whole new kingdom."

And he would very likely be in hell.





Chapter Three


Riley stared down the long hallway just outside Kinley's suite and wondered what jail would be like. If he and Law were caught, they'd probably be sent to a maximum-security prison for violent offenders. He hoped he wouldn't be popular there, but he worried. Because deep down, he knew there was no fucking way they got away with kidnapping and transporting a debutante across state lines. Hell, with the amount of Louis Vuitton luggage Kinley Kohl had, they would probably get nabbed for grand theft baggage, too.

He was going to end up living out the rest of his days as some thug's girlfriend, being traded for cigarettes and sexual favors. It wasn't really how he'd expected his life to play out, but he couldn't back out of this assignment. A man didn't have much if he didn't have any loyalty.