Page 86 of Princes of Hollywood

“I’d love a scotch on the rocks, love.” He winks and she hurries away.

Chuckling, Roarke watches her hips sway. I clear my throat.

“What?” He smirks back at me. “It’s not like I’ll do anything with her.”

“Greer isn’t like other women, Roarke.” I cross my ankle over my knee.

“No, she most definitely is not.” Roarke’s gaze blurs over with whatever thought he’s having. Maybe this morning in my bed. Her no jerked me out of sleep, but she was trapped in it, struggling to the surface from her nightmare.

“Come on, kitten.” Wyatt’s voice draws our attention to the stairs.

Zoe comes down first in flowing wide-legged pants and a tied top, showing off her small waist. As soon as she reaches the floor, the guy with the spiked hair comes up beside her and asks if she’d like a drink.

Smiling, Zoe puts her hand on the guy’s arm, squeezing it as she leans into him and murmurs something before she laughs. Claire walks over at that moment.

“Your drink, Mr. Flynn.” She holds out a glass with round ice and two fingers of scotch.

“Thank you, love.” Roarke takes the drink, but his focus remains on the stairs.

Claire waits a moment, probably hoping for his attention, before she heads back to the kitchen. Her shoulders slump a little, but I’m sure it’s only a momentary defeat. She’ll come back stronger next time.

Wyatt walks down with Greer. Her shoes appear first before her legs. I don’t realize I’m standing until I’m walking toward them. The black dress showcases her figure perfectly. Her hair falls in waves around her shoulders and down her back.

When they reach the main floor, she lifts her head, and my jaw almost drops open. Greer unmade up is cute and quirky and gorgeous in her own right. Greer with red lips and eye makeup, her hair pulled back, and clothes that fit like a second skin, is spectacular.

“Fuck, never kiss her, I’ll take them all.” Roarke steps in front of me and draws Greer away from Wyatt before spinning her in his arms and dipping her low. When he whispers something in her ear, her cheeks darken pink. She makes a little undignified noise, but her eyes sparkle up at him like he hung the fucking moon.

He draws her back up and holds her against his side. “You need a new sobriety buddy, Aiden. This one’s mine.”

She laughs that delightfully husky laugh and puts her hand on his chest before she moves away from him and over to me. Every step closer makes my blood pulse harder through my veins.

“I’m taken for the night.” She stops in front of me with the best smile, and it’s all mine. Fuck, I want to kiss her. I want to claim her. I want to fuck her.

Her light brown eyes lift to mine, and I’m speechless. There’s trust in her eyes and longing. Maybe we’re all playing with fire with her. Maybe we’ll all let her down.

But when she looks at me like that, I feel like the superhero I play in the movies and not the broken man I’ve become.

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GREER

Aiden takes my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. My heart skips a beat as he raises his light blue eyes to mine. The way he looks at me takes my breath away. A shiver of desire rushes through me.

“Good evening, Ms. Morrow.” His words and his smile make my insides glow. “You look stunning this evening.”

My cheeks are already warm from Roarke, but that compliment from Aiden makes a fresh surge of heat rise.

Aiden wears a black shirt with black slacks. Silver cuff links wink in the light. He’s stunningly handsome himself. But he knows that.

Aiden draws me into his side, wrapping my hand around his elbow and putting his hand over mine. I’m not doing a good job at keeping sex and love separate, at least not in my head. It would be so easy to imagine this is more than what it is. I’m here for a job, but they’re offering me this sneak peek into their lives and an opportunity to explore my sexuality with four gorgeous men.

They aren’t offering me love. But I don’t need love. I barely remember what it feels like. I walled off my heart years ago, and every year since, I fortify it a little more.

Aiden leads me over to the couch and sits me next to him. I cross my legs, and Roarke sits on my other side.

He ducks his head next to mine. “Poppet, when this is over, I’m going to make you come so hard, the neighbors will hear my name.”

“There are those sweet nothings I was hoping for.” I meet his laughing eyes with a smile.

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