Page 18 of Entangled in Them

I bundled the items back into the bag, not bothering to check the tags. They didn’t mean anything to me anyway. “They look close enough.”

I was conscious that the only underwear I had on right now was the shorts that belonged to Kodee. My body seemed to be very aware of Dillon’s proximity, and my nipples were hard beneath my shirt. I’d been taught my whole life that men equaled sex, and that I’d been here for several hours now without anyone doing so much as try to kiss me, sent me into a spiral of confusion.

“Aren’t you going to give us a fashion show?” Dillon said.

My stomach twisted. “A fashion show?”

“Sure.” He threw one hand up in a gesture. “I spent all that time picking those clothes out for you and paying for them. The least you can do is show us what they look like on.”

“Oh, of course.”

I rose to my feet, but Kodee put out a hand. “Ignore him, Rue. You don’t have to give us a show. Dillon is being a dick.” He shot Dillon a glare.

Ryan sat back in his chair and folded his arms, his head cocked to one side. “Actually, I think that’s not a bad idea. We could do with a little entertainment. If we’ve got to put up with her being here, we might as well put her to use.”

I swallowed hard. That was two men against one, so I guessed I was doing the fashion show. As far as requests from men went, it wasn’t exactly a bad one. I was putting on clothes rather than taking them off, after all.

“I don’t mind, honestly,” I insisted, picking up the bags of clothes.

“You can use my room to change,” Kodee said, obviously deciding it wasn’t worth fighting the other two about this one. I had the feeling he needed to pick his battles, or he’d spend the entire time fighting with them.

Or maybe fucking them. I still wasn’t sure about the dynamics of this situation.

“Okay, thanks.”

I turned and carried the bag of clothes toward the bedroom. I could feel all their gazes following me as I crossed the apartment, and self-consciously, I reached to the back of the hem of the shirt and pulled it lower to try to cover my thighs.

I reached the bedroom and stepped inside. Remembering the bathroom incident, I shut the door behind me without making eye contact with any of them men.

I dumped the bag on the bed and quickly undid the buttons of Kodee’s shirt and tugged it off my shoulders. Curious, I glanced around at the room, wondering more about the man and thinking it might give me an insight into him. The sheets on the bed were a gray silk, with several large feather pillows plumped up against a padded headboard. The furniture was all oak, and pictures of skylines in black and white were positioned on the walls and held in black frames. Everything was immaculate—not so much as a pair of discarded socks on the floor, even though it wasn’t as if he’d been expecting me, or anyone else to be in here.

I lifted a bottle of fragrance from the dresser and took off the cap and held it to my nose. Yes, this was the same scent that had wrapped itself around me when I’d first put on the shirt.

I was going to be sleeping here tonight and for the foreseeable future, so I guessed that kind of made this my room now. And Kodee would be sleeping in with Ryan. Would they be doing more than just sleep?

A tingling rush of arousal condensed between my thighs at the thought, surprising me. That was something I’d never been involved in before—not that I was expecting to be involved now. They didn’t want me here, so they certainly weren’t going to include me in any of their bedroom antics. I didn’t want that either, did I? Sex was something I endured, not desired, and I certainly didn’t want it from men who acted as though they’d rather have had an infestation of woodworm in their apartment than me.

Remembering they were waiting for me, I slipped out of the jockey shorts—which I assumed were also Kodee’s. I was tempted to pick them up and sniff them too, getting the combined scent of him mixed with my pussy—but realized if I was seen, I might be pinned as a total freak. Naked now, I selected a couple of items of the clothing, including one of the bra and panty sets Dillon had bought for me. I put the underwear on and paused. The bra fitted surprisingly well, and the scalloped edges and lace helped to enhance my curves. I was skinnier than I thought most men would find attractive, and my breasts were smaller and pointy rather than full and round.

When Dillon had asked for a fashion show, had he meant the underwear as well? Or was he expecting me to put clothes on over the underwear?

I glanced down at my body. The lingerie looked good, I had to be honest. He had gone to the effort of shopping for it for me. It didn’t seem right not to show him how it looked. After all, I doubted it had been bought for my benefit, even if the rest of the clothes did seem as though they’d been bought with me in mind. I’d never known a man to do something that wasn’t for their own benefit before, and I didn’t think things would be any different in this situation.

With my mind made up, I went back to the bedroom door and sucked in a breath. These men had put me on an uneven footing. I normally knew exactly where I stood with men, but not these ones.

I opened the door and stepped out.

They were all still sitting at the dining table, and all three heads turned toward me. A slow smile spread across Dillon’s face.

“Now, that’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Kodee’s tongue darted out and swiped across his lower lip, but quickly he glanced away again. I didn’t miss it, though, that tiny flicker of interest.

“You didn’t have to show us the underwear,” he said.

“Yes, she did.” Dillon interrupted. “I bought it. I want to see what it looks like on.” He gave me a satisfied smile. “And it looks good.”

Ryan only scowled and shook his head.

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