Page 7 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

Gunner

She’s pulling up now. Take damn good care of her. I hope I don’t need to remind you she’s my employee and one of my girl’s best friends.

No pressure.

Carter

I know how to handle one tiny young woman.

I turn to Aiden and Knox. They’re kicked back on the couch of our condo just below the Club Sin floors discussing the new market expansion we’ve been working on for months.

They look relaxed, but none of us is.

Not when so much is riding on this weekend. The chance to live out our greatest fantasy, and maybe more. The stakes are about to be far higher in our bedroom than in our boardroom. For once.

“Our beauty is here. Want to check her out?” I haven’t finished asking before they’re at my side.

“A little reconnaissance mission never hurt.” Aiden shrugs as if he’s not wound as tight as I am.

Hell, even Knox’s jaw is clenched, and he’s never uptight about anything.

That’s my job.

“You think there’s any way she’s as hot as those photos Gunner sent over?” He’s got a one-track mind. “They must have been filtered, right?”

“Let’s find out.” Without another word, we’re heading toward the elevator then being whisked to the lobby in seconds flat. “Remember, she doesn’t know who we are yet. And she’s not ours until the meet and greet tonight. Look. Don’t touch. Don’t talk. Don’t make eye contact. Nothing.”

“You and that damn contract,” Knox grumbles. He hits the lobby button three more times as if that will make the elevator sink faster.

It was the only way I’d agree to try this out.

The only way I can guarantee we don’t get burned.

To write the rules and make sure everyone—Aiden and Knox especially—follow them to the letter. I would lecture them about it again, except the doors slide open and there she is.

My gaze locks on her from the moment she enters my line of sight, even though she’s across the cavernous room and the equivalent of one floor down.

Maybe it’s because I know what’s ahead this weekend, but I feel something—deep inside—that I never have before. Not with any woman, or even Aiden and Knox.

It’s like something clicks into place and locks there.

A bone-deep certainty that this woman is ours.

And not only because of the legal documents she signed.

Knox runs into my back when I stop dead.

But Aiden, he shoves me. Hard.

“The fuck?” I glance over my shoulder at him. Instead of lust or the possession gripping me, his eyes are wide and his mouth is twisted in horror.

He bolts past me, knocking me off balance. By the time I right myself, I see why.

“Look out!” Knox bellows as Aiden risks breaking his own neck. He’s leaping down the decorative boulders of the ten-foot fountain in front of us—the most direct route to our soon-to-be lover—instead of taking the curving ramps from the elevated main lobby to the street-level reception desk.

Aiden’s trying to cut off the luggage cart that’s barreling, unchecked, toward our beauty.

“Oh shit!” Knox and I are off too, though not as fast as Aiden.

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