Page 45 of Indiscreet

“Thanks. Set it up over there,” he replied, his voice just as friendly. He was charming, but then again, I had met him at an orgy.

I waited until I heard the sound of the door closing before rising again.

The brunch was a spread of bagels, scones, eggs, steak, fruit, and yogurt.

I took the yogurt and bagel and was about to take off the mask, but Elliott shook his head when he sat down across from me.

“No, leave it on to get used to it,” he said. “Outside this room you need to wear it and act as if it’s natural. Dane and I have been trying to do the social stuff and leave you in here, but I doubt that will work for the whole week.” I decided not to dwell on what was going on at the moment and instead changed the subject.

“Where did you learn those moves? Hardly something an interior designer would use,” I said with sarcasm.

“Let’s just say I didn’t start out as gorgeous as I am now,” he responded, buttering his toast. “I was a little guy in school. My parents got tired of me getting beat up, so they sent me to the gym to bulk up and hired a friend of theirs to teach me to kick ass.”

I tried to hide a smile, imagining Elliott as a child. “Did you get your revenge?”

“Damn right I did,” he said, and we laughed easily. “I kicked all their asses. I know that’s not the right thing to do and people should do good, but fuck them. Once I fought back, they left me alone. So, you find yourself scared or backed into a corner, you survive. That’s what I see in you, Gia. You came to Dane’s with brass balls and didn’t crumble to the ground when you had to come along. That’s nerves of fucking steel. That’s fucking hot.”

My insides warmed at his praise. “You know, Elliott, if it wasn’t for this situation, I might like you and Dane.”

His smile wilted at the edges. “I hate that you’re here. I had hoped the three of us would end up all having fun together.”

I sighed. I had wanted that too. “Why do you even want to share me with Dane?”

“Less expectations that I’d be in an exclusive relationship,” he replied simply. “I’m not the settling down type. Work keeps me busy and away from home. Most women want something steady. I also like variety in bed and want the same for whoever I’m with. Not many women can handle a man who likes to fuck other women, even if they get to fuck other men.”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend or were you both sharing…Angel.” I said her name in a hushed tone.

He hesitated before answering. “No. Angel wasn’t my type, but Dane did share her with me a few times. I shared the woman I was dating at that time with him, too. What I mean by share is sex. We both enjoy watching sex and fucking. That’s why going to something like an exclusive club was ideal. I can understand why Angel would try it. It seemed safer with all the privacy and medical tests.”

“Do you think The Agency has Angel?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know.” He furrowed his brows. “But Dane deserves to know. It’s ruined him not knowing.”

I agreed. Dane wasn’t all bad, and neither was Elliott. “You’re good friends?”

“Yeah,” he said. “He’s the best man I know. When I had an accident that ended my first career, he didn’t think twice about helping me—he just did it. I’d do the same for him.” He took my hand. “I know you’re scared about everything that’s going on around you, and I think you should take it seriously and keep that guard up, but Dane and I are not out to get you. We want to help you.”

I bit my lip. I liked them both and wanted to believe them. I just was still unsure, but the defense lessons did make me feel a bit safer. “I’ll think about it. Thank you for the lesson.”

I stood up and was about to leave the table when Elliott pulled me onto his lap and captured my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting mine. His kiss was sudden, and I was instantly swept in, kissing him back with my own eagerness and need.

He undid the sash of my robe then his hands grasped the back of my neck and waist as he pushed his muscular thigh between my legs.

I was caught up in the wildness of his dominant advance, and when he began moving, I was gone. He ground his thigh insistently into my crotch. The coarse material of his jeans against my skin worked as hot friction, setting off jolts of pleasure in my clit. I let out a moan and arched. My arms tightened around his neck, my hips grinding lustfully into his thigh, his mouth moving over my chest and breasts. Yes.

“Fuck, Gia,” Elliott groaned as he pulled back, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. “We need to stop.”

I climbed off his lap and cinched my robe back in place. My mind raced as I struggled to understand him, as well as myself. I was getting caught up again. This wasn’t a game to me.

“Gia, don’t be upset. I want you bad.” He rubbed his jaw. “Dane and I are good with sharing you, and I’d rather we did it together. I don’t want—”

“Me to have any expectations of more by being with you alone,” I interjected hoarsely. “I get it. I shouldn’t be doing anything anyway. This is an arrangement until we leave, that’s all.” I walked over to the couch and sat down, facing away from him.

“You don’t believe that,” he replied.

He was right; I didn’t. There was a part of me that wanted to see them again.

The door opened and my pulse sped up. It was Dane looking impeccable in a dark pressed suit and gray shirt. His eyes shifted between us. “What’s going on?”

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