"Every man in the damn room has been watching her ass," Tate complained.
"No, they weren't," she insisted. "None of you are making sense right now. Maybe you're the ones who had too much to drink. Let's just call it a night. I'll see you in the morning."
She turned and ran straight into Tate's massive body. He was right at six foot five, every inch of him pure muscle. She had to strain to look up at him.
"You think we're going to sit down over breakfast and have a company meeting on appropriate protocol when the secretary threatens to run away?" Tate challenged with a biting smile. "Maybe draft a flow chart?"
He looked younger than the other two, though she knew he'd been born just a few months after Eric. Somehow he managed to look both boyishly handsome and sexy as hell in his suit. For the longest time, she'd wondered what he looked like out of those tailored suits.
"Tate … " She sighed. "Can you let me pass?"
As an answer, he grabbed her shoulders to hold her captive. "Or I could write a manual. You know how much I like documentation. One of the first things I would do is prohibit that dress in public. Your breasts look gorgeous, by the way. All the men were looking at those, too. And the chick from the bar who plays for the other team. I know that should piss me off, too, but I find it oddly hot."
Belle rolled her eyes. She wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. "I'm not in the mood to fulfill your girl-on-girl fantasies, Tate. Good night."
She tried to walk past him and head for the elevators. Eric stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Not quite yet. The girl-on-girl thing isn't his biggest fantasy. That's taking you to bed, which I totally support if I can join in. But don't let him write a process manual on how to deal with you unless you want him to tell you what to wear. He's insanely possessive. Now me personally, I don't care how many men look at you as long as they don't fucking touch. That should be rule number one in the manual."
"And right under that, I'll make sure there's a section on proper discipline just for you." Kellan brushed against her, murmuring in her ear.
She shivered, totally surrounded by them, trapped. If she moved an inch in any direction, she would be pressing her body against one of them. Damn if that wasn't igniting her libido. "What game are you guys playing?"
She wished the question hadn't come out so breathy and sultry. She'd meant to convey disinterest or at least take the reins on this runaway conversation, but no. Inside, she was melting, her female parts threatening to take over and encouraging her to let her bosses do their worst. Belle tried to remind herself that she wanted a relationship with them, and if she let them simply take her to bed, it would likely only be for one night.
True, but at least then she'd know what it felt like to be in the middle of all that masculine beauty. She would experience for a short time what it meant to be theirs.
"We're done playing games, Belle," Tate vowed solemnly.
"Speak for yourself." Kellan's words rumbled low, his breath hot against her neck. How close was he? "I've got some games to play with her."
Dirty games. Sexy games. She knew what he meant-to dominate her. Again, not for more than a night, but at least she would know how the flat of Master Kellan's hand on her ass stung, the way that dark voice commanded her to do things she'd only ever fantasized about.
"I don't understand." Her mind raced. Her blood hummed. She wanted this so badly, but she knew exactly what a one-night stand with them would mean. She would be devastated if she woke up in their bed tomorrow morning and they again treated her like a kid sister. After that, she wouldn't be able to work with them. "This has gotten out of hand and gone too far."
"It's going where it should have in the first place." Eric touched her first, just a brush of his hand on her shoulder. Nothing overwhelming, but she shivered at the heat flashing through her. "Straight to you with the three of us. We'll take it slow if you need, Belle. But we want you."
Really? They wanted her? After a year of almost no hint of any desire on their part, this revelation blew her mind. Unless seeing wedding guests group off to get it on had an effect on them too … She shook her head again. The alcohol might not have affected her judgment, but the arousal they coaxed from her damn sure had.
"We always have," Kellan said. "But you should know that I'll be a lousy boyfriend. I shudder at the word. I'm not built for the whole commitment thing, but I want you right now. I'll be good to you in bed."