Page 52 of The Spy Ring

“You got a room?” Evaleen asked as she stood from her chair, grabbing the gift bag for Morgana she brought to the bridal shower.

“Actually, Alex got us a room. He wanted all of us to have fun for the day,” Aria said with a smirk. “And we are going to have so much fun. In fact, there might be a surprise waiting in the room.”

Aria clapped her hands and headed toward the elevators. In her enthusiasm, she forgot about the rest of us.

She ended up in the elevator before us and we finally met up on the twelfth floor.

“You ready, ladies?” Aria asked in front of the door to the room.

“Yes,” Morgana said as Evaleen and I nodded our heads.

Aria knocked on the door.

“Don’t you have the key—” Evaleen was cut off when the door opened and standing there was a gorgeous, half-naked man. All he wore were jeans. No shoes, no socks, and definitely no shirt.

“Please, ladies, come in. Your room is ready.”

We walked through the large entryway with marble tile floor and a round glass table with a beautiful flower arrangement on it filled with lilies. Putting our purses and Morgana’s presents down on the table, we walked in awe into the next room which was a huge living room with a wall of windows overlooking the Chicago River.

“Oh my God! Is that a yellow grand piano?” Morgana shrieked before turning toward us. “Quick, does anyone here know how to play piano?”

“I know chopsticks,” Evaleen said.

Morgana turned to Aria. “Where is the surprise? I mean, other than this amazing room, but Alex got us that. You said you had something.”

Right at that moment, a different tall man, ripped with muscles, only in jeans came up to Morgana. “May I offer you some cake?”

He was British.

“Here is your gift, Morgana. He will be your personal servant all night, and that includes overnight. So—” Aria said before Morgana cut her off.

“If I wake up in the middle of the night and want cake, he would be there to serve it to me?” Morgana said with a tremble in her voice as a lonely tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes,” Aria said and was instantly seized by Morgana in a bear hug.

“This is my dream come true,” Morgana said in a half sob.

I smiled and was thankful Henrik said he would look after David tonight. I think he was going to invite Edgar over, make it a guy’s night.

The man who opened the door and two more men, all dressed only in jeans, came into the room.

“Tiffany, meet Lagi. He will be your server for the evening.” Aria brought over a tall man with thick, curly dark brown hair and deep caramel skin. He looked like a model who would be advertising the islands of the South Pacific.

I blushed and gave a small wave. “Hi.”

Aria said with a sly smile, “Why don’t you two stand next to each other so I can take a picture.”

This was weird and exciting and uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to being waited on and to have half-naked men paraded around in front of me didn’t feel right. But, if it made Morgana happy, I would try my best to have fun.

I scooted closer to Lagi as he wrapped his thick arm around me. His touch was soft, gentle, as if he knew I wasn’t comfortable with all this.

“Now smile.” Aria held up her phone and the flash went off. “Perfect. I’m totally posting this.”

Aria tapped at her phone a few times and just before she turned to Morgana to take her picture, she leaned toward me. “My followers are so used to me posting my art. But, I’m sure they won’t mind seeing some man candy.” Aria winked at me.

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