“I… I had to come,” he said, his dark eyes getting darker. “May I come in?”
“Sure.”
He was dressed nicely, wearing linen trousers and a button-up shirt, his face freshly shaved, and one hand behind his back. When the door closed, he revealed a beautiful orchid.
“What is this?”
His voice was tight. “A little gift. After all, you’re leaving tomorrow.”
* * *
10
Decisions
He pulledme into his arms and gripping my hair, pulled my head back to bare my neck. He brushed his lips from my chin to my shoulder, nudging open the thin robe I wore until it fell open, revealing my naked body.
Reaching inside my robe, his large hand stretched across my back, making me feel so small. Then, he ran it down to my ass, where he scooped one of my cheeks, nearly lifting me off the floor.
He stepped back, putting his hands on either side of my face. “Such a pretty girl.”
Then he turned and headed for the door.
“Um, where are you—”
He’d better not be fucking leaving after getting me this worked up.
But when he pulled it open, Rob and Chay stood there holding two bottles of champagne and several glasses.
“Oh my god,” I squealed, jumping up and down.
Chay charged right past Jean-Pierre and into the room. “Look at our baby, so sexy, half-naked in her little robe.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and with a hungry gaze, admired the thin fabric and the way it draped over one breast, leaving the other revealed, and how it parted just enough at the bottom to expose my shaved pussy.
Which, by now, was getting warm. And wet.
“I could not think of a more beautiful sight than this, walking into your room and finding you so… ready for me,” he said in a raspy voice.
But someone behind him cleared his throat. Loudly.
“Dude,” Rob said, appearing at Chay’s side, “who says she’s ready foryou? I’d like to think she’s ready forme.”
I dropped my head back and laughed. “You guys really know how to make a girl feel like a million bucks.”
Jean-Pierre handed me a long-stemmed glass of champagne. “Youshouldfeel like a million bucks,ma belle.”
Rob rolled his eyes. “Leave it to the French guy to say something, well, in French, to cockblock the rest of us.”
He and Chay laughed while Jean-Pierre raised his glass in victory.
My god. I would miss these guys.
And the funny thing was, I barely even knew them. Well, Iknewthem but… I didn’t. Hell, I didn’t even know their last names.
But did I need to?
I looked at each guy, one at a time, and took a slow sip of my champagne. “Mmmm. Delicious. My favorite. Pink bubbles.”