“Umm. . .”
“I wasn’t,” he continues. “It was just as hot to watch you come all over Rob’s mouth as it was when you came for me.”
Rob looks up at that. “Are you sure about that?” he asks.
“I’m sure,” West replies confidently. “So, Mel, let me put my cards on the table. I like you a lot. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’d like to date you.” He turns to Rob. “It’s your turn.”
“It is?” Rob looks faintly pained. “I’m English, West. We don’t talk about our feelings. We’re not good at it.”
I’m still reeling with shock from West’s announcement. When I hear Rob’s words, my head snaps up. “Feelings? You have feelings?” I can barely believe it. “For me?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. You’re a lovely woman.”
I must not look convinced because he frowns. “I don’t want to hide behind a mask, Mel. I’ve done that all my life. And I do it with every woman I go out with.” He stares at me steadily. “I’ve known you for a long time. When you talked to us this evening, I didn’t ask why you wanted to hide from us. Not because I didn’t want to know, but because I trust you.” His lips twist. “You make me want to remove the mask, Mel. I want to see you, and I want you to see me.”
West looks at me. “It’s your turn, Mel. What do you want? There are no wrong answers.”
My heart is beating so fast I’m shocked they can’t hear it. With trembling hands, I finally unfasten my mask and carefully set it down on the table. Then I remove the contacts and toss them in the trash. “You,” I reply, looking at both my bosses. “I want you.”
“For tonight?”
“For tonight,” I reply. “And longer.” I need to be practical. “I don’t know how it’ll work. I mean, I’m going to spend a lot of time on the road, and there are three of us, and that’s probably shocking. Everyone will gossip, and I don’t know how I feel about the attention, and—”
Rob puts his finger on my lip. “Mel, you’re babbling.”
He’s right. I am.
“Do you want to date us, Mel?” he asks directly. “Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
Satisfaction flares in his eyes. “Thank fuck,” he says. “That’s all that matters. The rest of it—we’ll make it work, love.”
West moves behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my neck. “And tonight,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “Do you want to stop, or do you want to keep going?”
That’s a lot easier to answer. “I want to keep going,” I say promptly. I can’t seem to stop smiling. Champagne bubbles of happiness dance inside me. “I want you to make love to me.”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He tugs my robe free and nibbles my neck again. “There’s a bed in this room,” he says. “Get on it, Mel.”