Page 13 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

“At least let us walk you to your room.” Knox looks to Carter for backup when I edge toward the exit.

“Enjoy your final hours of freedom, beauty.” Carter folds his arms and spreads his legs. “Tonight will be different. Then you’ll be on our turf. Bound by our deal.”

My insides flash from cold to warm and back as if they’re as mixed up as the rest of me.

Is his threat sexy or is it terrifying? Both, I think.

I’m so confused.

I need to go. To escape their influence while I still can.

A weird pang of regret stabs me in the heart. They’re nuts, but I liked them. Would have enjoyed letting them teach me about passion.

Isn’t it wild enough to give my first time to three men? They have to want to knock me up too?

No. Absolutely not.

I’ve worked so hard to put myself through school and pursue my career.

I’m not throwing that all away for a weekend, even if it could be the best one of my life. They’re certain to pamper me and lavish me with riches in addition to giving me more orgasms than I can count.

It’s still not worth it.

“I made a m-mistake.” I stumble over my words and my feet as my butt bumps into the door. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

I lunge for the doorknob, wrench it open, and then bolt.

Racing down the long, long hall, I hear them shouting after me. I sprint, my suitcase banging against the wall and my calf as I fling myself toward the elevator and smash the call button incessantly.

“Please, please, come quickly,” I mutter as I whip my head around in search of a stairway sign, though I doubt I could beat them in a race down thirty-something floors without breaking a leg…or my neck.

They’re barreling from their condo, reminding me of a pack of wolves hunting a baby bunny.

I’m no match for them.

Forget my bag. I drop it and flee, careening around a corner in the hopes the path leads to a different way out.

It doesn’t.

Instead, there’s only another locked door. A tall plant with long fronds in an elegant hammered bronze pot sits beside it. Not even I can hide behind something that skimpy.

Carter rounds the corner first.

I’m trapped. With nowhere left to run.

Aiden and Knox follow on his heels, one on either side of him, a few steps behind.

The jerks aren’t even breathing hard as they close in on me.

There’s a tiny opening between them, or could have been, but something in me hesitates for a fraction of a second. It rebels, wondering what it would be like to be caught by them.

And that’s all it takes.

The window closes.

I dive, intending to bowl my way through them.

Knox ensnares my wrist and arrests my forward motion just long enough that Carter latches onto me, winding his arms around my waist like steel bands covered in warm man-flesh.

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