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Ipacked my bag and sighed.
It was Friday.
Usually, I looked forward to the end of the day. I’d head to my sister’s place and stop for a large pizza and a bottle of wine and some ice cream before getting there so that Elena and I wouldn’t have to do anything once she got home from the hospital with the kids.
It was our routine.
But as I looked around the bedroom, I found myself wanting to ask my bosses if I could stay. And who can blame me? After the whole pool date with Malcom, I’d woken up in the pool house with a note, my favorite croissant, and coffee on the nightstand waiting for me. He had told me he had a great night. The first of many, he had called it, and then told me to have a good day.
I just got dressed and was back inside the main house when Casey had shown up and dragged me to the movie room, where we watched some of my favorite movies we had talked about once since I’d started working for them that I knew he had never seen. Then we watched one of his. And when he walked me to my room at the end of the night after spending the whole day worrying and wondering if he knew what had happened with Malcom the night before and if he was going to kiss me, it turned out I had nothing to worry about. His hand found mine, and he gently pulled me in closer before sealing our lips together. The kiss had been different than the ones I’d shared with Malcom but not any less beautiful or exhilarating. His sweet, tender kiss was a slow build that left me dizzy and feeling like I was floating on air.
But that was it.
We hadn’t done anything else.
If that hadn’t been enough, yesterday, Jett had come home from work early, and again, I worried. Wondering if he thought I was a slut for having dry humped one of his best friends and having kissed the other. I knew Malcom had alluded to the three of them wanting me, but it's not like the four of us had a conversation. I had no idea if Malcom’s dirty promises of the future had just been said in the heat of the moment.
But Jett never let on if he knew or not. If he did, he certainly didn't cast judgment. He’d brought home sandwiches and chips from a place I had suggested he try, and we had a picnic in the backyard. It’d been simple and fun. When the sun had long set and the temps dropped, he’d turned on the fire pit and made us cuddle on the outdoor couch.
We talked in a way we never had before. He’d even told me about his tattoos and what some of them meant to him. Before I knew it, I had woken up to a sleeping Jeet spooning me. As I cuddled next to him, his dark eyes bore into my soul. I had no idea how each man had done it, but they had stolen equal parts of the organ and had claimed it for themselves. Before I could ask what time it was, he sealed it with a kiss that could have gotten out of hand easily, and I would have been happy with letting him, but he stopped for some reason.
He stood and lifted me up, carrying me through the house and straight to my bedroom, where he kissed me again, leaving me drunk with an almost unbearable ache and confused like hell about what was going on.
I hadn’t been able to focus on more than the minimal house stuff as the three men ran through my mind all day.
But it was Friday, and they hadn’t called. They hadn’t texted. It was like everything was back to normal for them, and I was a mess.
I shook my head and tried to focus. I stepped out of my bedroom, and when I looked up, I was shocked to find the three men in the kitchen.
“Hey, Rosie.” Casey waved, holding a beer bottle in his hand and an easy smile on his handsome face. “Heading home?” I opened my mouth but quickly shut it.
Heading home?
That's it?
After the last three days of whatever games they had been playing? Maybe that’s what this whole thing was? A game? A stupid seduction thing. An itch for them to scratch.
“Yeah.” I nodded with a tight smile.
“Before you go,” Mal started to say, “do you by any chance know if our drycleaning was delivered?” The hope that had started to grow in my chest fizzled out. He wasn’t asking me to stay. He was asking about his stupid drycleaning.
“It’s in each of your closets,” I shared and blinked away the stupid tears of disappointment that threatened to spill.
“Thanks! You’re the best.”
“Right.”
“Do you need a ride?” Jett asked, and I quickly shook my head.
“No, but thank you.” More than ever, I needed some space and to get my head on straight. “Hope you guys have a good weekend.”
“You, too.” They waved and simply went back to talking about god knew what.
Yeah, maybe this whole week had been some kind of game. A smile masked how I felt as I walked out and headed to my sister’s place with my mind full of three men who might have been interested but had clearly got me out of their system with a hot and heavy tryst and a couple of kisses.
And I felt like the world’s biggest idiot.
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