And that was it, really. The devil on my other shoulder giving me full permission. Telling me to run off and fulfill my own base urges, and as always, worry about the repercussions later on.
What do you want though?
The answer to that question took all of two seconds. I wanted him. Or to be brutally honest, even Camden, or Roderick too. All three of my employers were well beyond gorgeous, and any sane, red-blooded girl with an above-average libido would be thrilled to bed any one of them. Yet for some strange reason there wasn’t a girlfriend in sight.
This intrigued me, when I’d first been hired. I’d even explored the possibility that one of the guys might be dating another. But no, the more interaction I had with them, the more I realized they were most certainly straight. I’d caught all three of them giving me the once over, usually when they thought I wasn’t looking. I’d even heard Bryce and Camden in a heated discussion about whether my naked ass would be tight enough to bounce a quarter, dropped at arm’s length.
It was an experiment I wouldn’t mind taking them up on.
But no, the guys had always been professional. Always courteous. They’d showered me with nothing but praise over the job I was doing, and had given me free license to take the renovation and run with it. Their credit card never once reached its limit, and they never provided me with a budget. Still, I was frugal in how I spent their money. I did my best to squeeze every ounce of labor from our current resources, which meant keeping on top of numerous crews, all of which were looking for shortcuts.
Which is why it’s probably best not to bite the hand that feeds you.
I definitely wanted to bite something. That was for sure.
Pushing the voice of reason aside, I nuked a bag of microwave popcorn and headed into the living room. The couch had been beckoning all day, and I meant to answer the call. Maybe I’d fall asleep, and I’d miss my rendezvous. Or maybe I’d find something interesting enough to keep me up, and I’d be knocking gently on Bryce’s door at the stroke of midnight.
Either way, I was going to let my body decide.
I walked the carpeted hall, through something the guys referred to as ‘the sitting room’ and into the makeshift living area. Camden was already there, one foot up on the leather ottoman. He was munching on a bag of Sun Chips; Garden Salsa, the flavor I liked.
“Movie night?” he smiled, as I walked in with my bowl.
“Sure. What’s on?”
He flipped me the remote, stretching back to interlace his fingers behind his head. It brought out his beautiful biceps. They looked like two giant potatoes, perched atop his tanned, well-muscled arms.
“Do you really want to put me in charge of the remote?” I laughed, as I sank down beside him.
“Why? You’re not gonna put on The Notebook are you?”
“Nah.”
His grin widened. “Kate Hudson? Matthew McConaughey?”
I ignored him, flipping through channel after channel. The guys had an impressive array of add-ons, I had to give them that. Finally I settled on an obscure movie I loved, then pushed the remote out of reach.
“Prince of Darkness?” Camden blinked twice.
“Ever see it?”
He shook his head.
“Get ready to be scared.”
Horror had always sort of been my thing. Not so much the jump-scare bullshit they were putting out today, but more of the slow burn, suspenseful type movies that really immersed you in the story.
“You can hold my hand if you need to,” I joked, popping a handful of popcorn into my mouth.
“Here…”
Shifting closer, Camden pulled a blanket down from behind the couch. He threw it over the both of us, until it covered us from the waist down.
“Don’t get any ideas,” he winked, as the movie started up. “This is just so you don’t get popcorn all over me.”
I chuckled, then pointed to a mess of crumbs all over his chest already. “You sharing those Sun Chips with your shirt?”
Camden blushed, but only a little. “Maybe.”