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All I manage is a nod because there is a massive lump in my throat.

When has anyone looked at me like this?

Never, that I can remember.

Darcy slides his hand from my waist and links our fingers together. “Let me show you the apartment.”

He reaches for my suitcase, and I wordlessly hand it over, still having way too many feelings about a simple look.

This is temporary. Temporary. The look is nothing but a man horny for a woman he is interested in. Nothing more. It’s definitely not a romantic look.

For fuck’s sake, he had his dick sandwiched with one of his friends’ dicks inside of me only a few hours ago. He just wants to do that again this weekend, probably more than once.

This is merely a weekend of fucks. No romance to be seen here.

Get it together, Emery.

Darcy leads me around a slight curve in the cream-tiled foyer toward a bank of elevators. The curve opens to a security desk, and there is a man younger and thicker than Darcy sitting there. His haircut screams military, and the way he looks at me makes me feel the tiniest bit uncomfortable. Like he thinks I’m up to no good or something.

After the stony-faced full-body scan he gives me, he up nods Darcy, and there is no further interaction with the man. An elevator opens immediately after Darcy presses the button, and we step in.

I follow him in, but when I turn to face the front, Darcy stops me. He makes himself comfortable against the far wall, then pulls me to stand between his legs. I hesitantly reach up and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he swipes his card against another panel and then selects the nineteenth floor.

The doors close behind us, and the elevator starts to move.

Darcy doesn’t say anything to me as he pulls out his phone, thumb roving over the screen for a few seconds before locking it and shoving it back into his pocket.

A second later, I feel my phone vibrate in the little purse bag. Pulling it out, I see that I have two SugarLife notifications.

SugarLife

$10,000 has been gifted to you from Brat4Us. You can find your gift in your Vault.

SugarLife

Your vault balance is $20,000.

Let the weekend begin.

Chapter 5

Emery

I look up at Darcy, and the struggle is real to keep my sudden nerves off my face. Like, holy fuck, should I be getting down on my knees for him right now?

He’s watching me as the numbers on the elevator’s display slowly climb higher. Neither of us says anything, and I slip my phone back into the little bag.

Energy is flowing between us, or is it just my body going haywire with anticipation? The speed of the elevator decreases before there is a gentlepingand the doors open behind me.

I have no idea what to expect when I turn around, so I’m trying to prepare myself for just about anything.

Doors opening straight into a sex dungeon, a-laFifty Shades of Grey?

Doors opening into an apartment that is essentially a giant bedroom?

The rest of the guys waiting for me? Will they be dressed or naked?

My thighs clench at the thought of seeing them standing, dicks out, all of them hard, ready for round two. Yes, please. Maybe. My pussy is kind of sore still, so maybe not. I could totally give blow jobs though.

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