I clutch my Birkin, suddenly not as brave.
“Have you explained what the position is?” The stranger with deep green eyes has a deep baritone that reminds me of honey pouring over firewood. Rough yet smooth. And he’s definitely from the same part of the country as the other man. It’s hard to shed a southern lilt. This one has the kind of cowboy chin that melts the panties off a woman. I should know. Mine are about to drop around my ankles any second and he hasn’t even addressed me yet.
His observant gaze lingers on my curves for a moment before coming to meet my gaze.
“Not exactly.” Humor colors Mr. Sinfully Gorgeous’ tone.
I swallow heavily as I look between all three.
The one with the blue eyes hasn’t spoken yet. He scrubs the back of his knuckles over what looks like a three-day-old scruff clearly annoyed with the other man. The dark shadows along his jawline make his eyes all the more vibrant. “Fuck, Gage. Don’t you think you should have led with that? She’s gotta be freaking out.”
That’s the third man. The soft lighting in the room throws his face in shadow so I can’t see his eyes from here. But that country boy twang matches the others.
Three how cowboys and a mafia princess meet in the back of a sexy club. Sounds like a joke, but the rising heat in my core says this is all too real.
“So you do have a name,” I quip, swinging my eyes to Mr. Sinfully Gorgeous. He pushes off the table he was leaning against and extends his large hand. I slide mine into his for a second time. Skin moving over skin ignites a firestorm of energy when our touch collides.
“Gage Preston.”
I watch his mouth move, spellbound by the country drawl. After years with filthy mafia men who rather grunt and pull triggers than talk, the sound of his voice is sexy. And reassuring.
“Gage Preston,” I say with a bit more wobble in my voice than I want to admit.
Both men look to be about Mr. Sinfully Gorgeous’ age. I can only go on the fine creases at the edges of their eyes and the experience in their expressions, but I’d say they are in their mid to late thirties. There’s definitely not a baby face between them. They’ve seen darkness in their lives, lots of it. I might not be as tied into the family business as my brother but I know the shadows death leaves behind and these men have dealt with the reaper plenty.
“Let’s stop pussy-footing around. We don’t have all the time in the world. Raja will be pissed if we let another day go by. Strip, baby girl. It’s what you’re here for.”
That’s Green Eyes. He’s leaning back on a chair, ankle propped up on a knee looking impatient.
My eyebrows climb high. “Excuse me? I don’t know what I am here for, admittedly, but I figured a little smooth talking would be involved before we got to second base. Or is that third?”
Blue Eyes stands and leans his heavy weight against the table, hooking his ankles. The way he crosses his built arms over a broad chest might be sexy as hell, but that doesn’t mean I am ready to drop my dress on command.
“You’re here about the job in the paper, right? That involves seeing the goods we are working with. Please strip.”
Gage thumps Green Eyes on the back. “Stop being an asshole, Rush. You’re scaring the girl.”
Scared? My back goes rigid. Fuck no.
I walk across the room and place my Birkin on the desk, moving their half-empty tumblers to the side. I drop the newspaper and tap the ad placement. “I’m here about this ad, true.” I smile at each of them in turn. “It involves me being naked, huh?” I might not die a virgin, after all! I grab one of the tumblers and kick back the contents. The burn is just what I need.
I bend and run the tip of my finger over the scruffy jawline of Green Eyes giving him ample viewing of my deep-cut cleavage before stepping back.
“Among other things,” they almost say in unison.
“I figured as much. But if you wanna see me?” I run my hands over my curves and I can see the hunger in their eyes shine as they track my movements. “You first. You are all gentlemen after all, right? Then I think it’s only fair that you show me what I’m undressing for. Who says only you get to approve? I want to make sure we are all compatible for what I guess is something to do with sharing?” I point at them where they all lean against the table looking like pure temptation in Wranglers. “I’ve never had three men at once, but I’m willing to give it a try.”
From their stone-cold stares, I get the impression not many talk back to this trio.
This should be fun.
Blue Eyes lazily pushes up from where he leans on the table. He closes the distances with a couple of strides to consider me from his higher stature. I swallow heavily. He smells just as good as his friend. My pulse races as I take in the ridiculously handsome man. He has a kind smile and gentle touch when he takes my hand in his. Wordlessly, he crosses the tip of his finger over the back of my knuckles.
“Aziel North. I like the way you don’t take shit from anyone. And that’s not a pick-up line, it’s the truth, sweetheart.”
He’s as direct as I am. Beside him, Green Eyes quirks a lip up in a smirk. The shadow of gruff on his chin makes him sexy. Rough, and a little less polished than the other two though they have a good shadow going on along those chiseled jawlines, too. All three are wearing ass-hugging jeans and t-shirts that make them look like the nice guy next door.
At first glance.