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“Most of your stuff should be in your suite already. You remember which one is yours, don’t you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. I did design this house.”
“How could we forget?” Paxton teased.
I started up the east side stairs, hand trailing over the hand-carved railing, eyes moving toward the skylights. A bird flew overhead as I glanced up, and I took it as a good sign.
I turned toward the east wing, where my and Lincoln’s bedrooms were, with the adjoining doors for visits. There were another two empty bedrooms in this wing, one of which held a double king bed for nights for us all to share. In the west wing, there were two more empty bedrooms.
I hadn’t allotted the men’s sleeping arrangements, and from what I gleaned, they would take turns sleeping in the east wing with me. All four of us could have stayed in that wing, but I suspected the arrangement had something to do with the idea that we wouldn’t be alone for much longer.
I pushed through the double doors of my suite and headed into the bathroom, stripping off the sweaty shorts and t-shirt I’d been wearing all day for the move.
The steam shower and coconut soaps washed away the day’s grime, and by the time I dressed in a black dress for dinner, I felt like a new person.
Descending the east stairs, I was surprised to find all three of my princes at the door, donned in tuxedoes. They watched me like I was a princess, the awe and adoration in their faces palpable, even after all this time.
“Why are you so dressed up?” I asked teasingly. “Should I go put on my tiara?”
“With or without a tiara, you’re always a queen,” Paxton informed me, taking my hand and leading me into the evening air.
The movers had gone, and Charlie grinned at us, opening the door to the Escalade.
I looked around the backseat of the SUV, another memory resurfacing. Heat gushed between my thighs.
“What are you thinking about that’s making your cheeks so pink, Ms. Lynn?” Paxton taunted me.
“That’s none of your business, Mr. Webb,” I replied, turning to look out the window. All their hands were on me, fueling the vibrations in my body. Paxton squeezed my knee, Lincoln holding my hand, Kai on my arm.
My men, my lovers.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Lincoln’s hand extended to show me inside, and we were immediately shown to a remote booth overlooking the stage. A musky opium incense floated through the air.
“This place is from another era,” I mused, looking around the speakeasy-style restaurant.
“Sometimes I feel the same way about you,” Lincoln commented.
“I don’t know where you came from,” Paxton agreed. “I find myself looking at you and wondering.”
“But your ideas are so modern and innovative. Even when I think they’re not going to work, you prove me so wrong,” Kai went on.
I laughed, but my eyebrows knit as I looked around the table. “Why do I feel like you guys have planned an intervention of sorts?”
“It’s the opposite of an intervention,” Lincoln promised, producing a set of papers that now caused my eyebrows to shoot up. “It’s a show of appreciation.”
“You have taken your job and spun it on its head,” Kai told me. “Our employees have never felt more appreciated.”
“You managed to sell the Celestial Vista single-handedly when no one else could,” Paxton reminded me.
“You have a social media presence that puts most influencers to shame,” Lincoln said. “And you still make us dinner every night.”
“When you let me cook for you,” I chuckled nervously, not understanding what this was about.
“You’re as much a part of Silverpiece as we are,” Lincoln told me. “Which is why we’re making you a quarter partner. You’ll have a spot on the board—”
“What?!”
The entire restaurant turned to look at me, but I didn’t care, and neither did the men, who continued to explain the terms they had drawn up.
