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I gulped at the one-eighty topic change that swelled my cock to the point of aching.

Dream fucking come true.

“J-Just to clarify,” I whispered, my voice shaking, “you’ll agree to do…all that to me only because he told you to? Like a one-time thing?”

“No matter the good parts of our past as kids, I don’t have space in my life for more than fucking for money, Landon.”

I chewed on my lower lip, mollified a bit that he too had fond memories. “So that would mean at the end of these five days, we go our separate ways, kind of like fucking each other from our systems and moving on?”

“Yes. You’re both a job. Nothing more.”

Ouch.

I tried to not flinch. “So no friendship,” I asked slowly, still unsure I understood what was on offer. “Just fucking if that’s what Callum wants for us.”

Zack nodded, a professional sex worker who could shut down emotion in his eyes.

But what if Callum didn’t ask Zack to pleasure me? What if my best friend had zero wish to share me and only hoped for Zack and I to make amends? Did Callum cross his fingers I would give him my heart even not knowing both men shared equal parts?

Fucking hell, my mind stewed like a noxious brew, turning me from arousal to anxiety and back again in a blink.

Was it too early for a few shots of tequila?

I glanced around, taking note we were far from the only ones having sat down for breakfast. Couples and even a handful of families dined around us, none of them seeming to pay us any mind.

But what if someone recognized me and saw me on vacation hanging around with two men rather than the more acceptable one? I’d been so damn careful with the few hookups I’d allowed myself the previous couple of years since the event that had ruined my father’s career as a senator. The last thing I wanted to do was have still shots of me plastered across social media and news outlets again, stirring up even more judgment for my whorish ways.

I’d finally found a quiet life, and while unsocial outside of Callum, I enjoyed a sense of contentment. I couldn’t allow five days in paradise to fuck up my inconspicuous existence that had proven to be my safest choice by far.

“Temporary truce,” I agreed, my voice low and shaky. “But just a head’s up—I’m all for whatever Callum wants from either of us too and will gladly take advantage of his suggestions.”

A slow, sensual smirk curled the corner of Zack’s lips, sending a rush of blood straight to my groin.

I took a serious chance in agreeing with Zack, but Callum had proven he could be trusted with my everything, body and heart included.

Chapter 11

Callum

I slipped into a chair on the opposite side of where Landon and Zack sat together by the breakfast buffet. Somewhat hidden unless they directly looked my way, I watch them. A deep discussion kept them focused on each other, and even with the distance separating us, I could feel their combined sexual energy radiating clear across the restaurant like a teasing whispered breeze over my skin.

Zack studied Landon as though trying to dissect him. Good luck, without a few weeks’ worth of Landon sharing about his seriously messed up past.

Landon stared at Zack with longing in his eyes, the way I dreamed of him looking at me.

My heart sat heavy in my chest at the clear attraction between them. I wanted to do right by my Landon, but it hurt. And while seeing the two of them spread arousal through my blood, the needy ache wasn’t entirely pleasant.

I’d failed my brother in making the right choices while he’d been entrusted to my care, and I didn’t want to get this wrong. Not speaking up and taking action when my instincts had demanded I do so had landed my only living relative in jail and a young woman broken both emotionally and mentally.

But this time, I’d listened to my gut instincts rather than ignoring them. The urge to give Landon the chance for closure with the man he was still in love with spurred me on. Yes, Zack had been right to deny him and walk away when they’d been kids, but he needed to hear Landon’s truth.

So far, it appeared as though the conversation went well between the two men. No angry red faces or heated words rose like from the night before when surprise at seeing each other had caught them both unaware.

Perhaps since they’d calmed enough to think rationally, they were making amends, and my hiring Zack would pay off.

But what if the outcome left me along the sidelines, my heart cracked in two?

Landon stared at Zack, his body leaned toward the other man as though drawn by a magnet, and I couldn’t deny understanding the feeling. If Zack forgave him and they returned to what they’d had as teenagers—and more—would I lose life as I knew it? There would definitely be no more shared home, since the house was in Landon’s name. I would have the options of either getting my own place and withering away from a broken heart while continuing as Landon’s PA or moving back to New York and trying to pick up where I’d left off in that sad, lonely existence.

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