Page 5 of Four of Hearts

I frowned, then looked at the man on the far left. He was holding out his hand to stop the doors from closing, and when my eyes met his, he raised an amused brow. “Coming in?”

“Definitely.”

I stepped inside the elevator and turned my back to them. It would’ve been awkward facing them. There was little space for me left, but it was cozy.

What are they if not real cops? And why were they in this apartment building?

I dared to turn my head as the man I had a brief interaction with pressed the button to close the door. I couldn’t hold back a laugh, thinking this situation was ridiculous.

“You’re not real cops, I supposed?” I asked, turning my head to look at the other two.

They all looked amused, and when they chuckled, I almost melted from the low, growling noises they made.

Goddamn.

“No, we’re not,” one of them said. I turned my head a little more and looked into the eyes of a man who was definitely my dad’s age. He had to be around fifty years old.

“Strippers, then?” I said with a teasing undertone. Why else would they be dressed as cops? My guess wasn’t a shot in the dark, but they seemed surprised.

“Exactly,” another one said, making me turn my attention to him as I felt the elevator starting to move. He was younger. He couldn’t have been more than ten years older than me.

“That’s hot,” I admitted, grinning as the wildest ideas flashed through my mind.

They chuckled again, and I had to clench my thighs to stop my pussy from reacting.

“Glad you’re enjoying this,” the young one said with a smirk.

“Are you kidding? This is like a dream come true,” I admitted, laughing again. “My only question is…what are you doing here?”

I asked my question right as the doors opened, and I stepped outside to face them as they came toward me. They towered over me. I was about five-five without my heels, and even with them on, they were still insanely tall.

“We live upstairs,” one said, nonchalant. He had the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was in his forties, and the one who had yet to speak to me was around that age too.

God, they were all too handsome for their own good. Then again, I guess that’s why they were strippers. They were well-built, and I knew under those beards and clothes were sharp jaws and mountains of muscles.

“You do? Do you take up both upper floors then?” I asked, taking one more step backwards to get a better look at them.

The oldest one nodded but didn’t add more to his non-verbal reply. Instead, he tipped his chin toward the entrance and changed the subject. “We’d love to stay and chat, but we have a party of our own to attend. It was nice riding the elevator with you…”

I licked my lips, then gave them my prettiest smile. “Lola.”

“Suits you,” the youngest said, smirking at me, and letting his eyes drop to the black mini skirt I had on.

“Thank you,” I replied, giving him a flirtatious look.

I wanted to ask for their names, but the one with the dark blue eyes stopped me. “It was nice to meet you, Lola. Take care.”

They all said goodbye, and all I could do was stand there, biting my lip, and watch them leave the building in their sexy costumes.

“That was real,” I whispered, reminding myself that I hadn’t had enough alcohol to have hallucinated what just happened.

I still needed a moment to comprehend it all, and as I stepped outside to breathe in the cool air, I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of meeting them again and getting them to strip for me.

Fuck it.

I wanted them.

All four of them.

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