They both turned to look at Nash and Riker. Riker looked pissed off.
“Oh God, how embarrassing.” Chastity turned away.
“It’s fine. Don’t be embarrassed,” Adelina stated.
“I think I should go now,” Chastity whispered.
“No. Not yet. He could be waiting by your car for you. Who is this guy, Chastity?” Flynn asked. But when she looked up, Riker and Nash were moving closer and now stood directly in front of her. They stared down into her eyes, towering over her even though she was sitting on the high barstool.
“Who is he?” Riker asked.
“Riker, give her some space. We can have her escorted home in a little while. Let’s be sure to give the guy time to get the hell out of the area,” Flynn said.
“We’ll take her home,” Nash stated.
“I’ll drive her car, and Nash will follow,” Riker said.
“No. Absolutely not. Flynn, call Colt. Tell him that I need him.”
“Colt? You’re seeing him?” Riker asked, sounding annoyed.
“Listen, this is embarrassing enough. Please don’t ask me questions. You’re clients. It stops there.” She slid down off of the barstool. She fixed her skirt, and then she saw him reach for her chin and slowly looked up, locking gazes with Riker. Did she want him to touch her? He was just being concerned. She must have looked fearful, because he pulled back.
“Did he touch you?”
This was so not appropriate. God, I’m making a mess of things.
She took a deep breath and turned her face slowly away from him. But he stepped closer and placed his hand on her hip as he leaned his mouth toward her ear.
“You’re shaking, and I know he scared you. You can trust us.”
She felt Riker’s fingers stroke her hipbone and then he released her, and then stepped back. He must have sensed her uneasiness after Desi’s harassment.
Now Nash was standing beside her looking her over.
The sexual tension between the three of them was phenomenal. Two of the sexiest, best-looking twins she’d ever laid eyes on were staring at her with concern and desire. She knew that look, and it shocked her that it was double and that she was aroused by the possibilities.
“Hey, Colt is clear across town. It will take him over an hour to get here. Can you stay put? Or do you want to go to his place? He said that you know the code to get in,” Flynn stated.
Both Riker and Nash looked upset, but they stepped away from her.
She took the reprieve even though Flynn’s statement made it sound like she did have a thing going on with Colt. That was the bit of space she needed.
“Let him know that I’ll be at his place. Waiting for him.” Flynn widened his eyes and stepped away as Nash and Riker just stared at her.
* * * *
Nash didn’t know why he was so aggravated and disappointed that Colt and Chastity were an item. He hadn’t dated in years, and hadn’t slept with a woman in just as long. So why was he gripping the steering wheel so tight as he drove Chastity to Colt’s penthouse? He wished he knew what Riker was thinking. But he couldn’t ask him. Instead he stole a peek to the passenger side of the Range Rover and saw Riker staring straight ahead.
When they arrived at the building, the doorman knew Chastity, and she knew all the codes to get into the place. She was quite familiar with the elevator code for the penthouse suite, and then the code to get inside.
She walked through the main living room area and clapped her hands to illuminate the room.
Turning around to face them, she had a look of pure fear.
“Well, thank you for driving me and for following me up here. I’m good now. I’ll just wait for Colt to get here.” She took a step toward them.
Nash still couldn’t believe that she was with Colt. Colt seemed so not her type, and also not very macho. Maybe it was just jealousy.